"Hello? Mr. Zhao, may I ask what this is about?" Wu Tingyu's slightly tense and respectful voice came from the other end of the line.
Zhao Dong replied with a faint smile, "It's nothing serious. Are you and your father dining at the East Sea Hotel?"
Ever since he had cured Wu Tingyu's mother's facial condition, she always sounded nervous and respectful when speaking to him. It made him a little uncomfortable.
"Yes, we are. Mr. Zhao, are you here too?" she asked, a hint of pleasant surprise in her voice.
"I am. I'm in the room right next to yours." Glancing at the smirking Zhang Shaowen, Zhao Dong added, "There's a man here named Zhang Shaowen who claims he knows your father. Is that true?"
Wu Tingyu immediately covered the mouthpiece of her phone and turned to Wu Tianhua, who was beside her. "Dad, a man named Zhang Shaowen says he knows you and that you two are close. Mr. Zhao is asking if it's true."
