At eleven thirty, Li Peifeng returned to the hotel room.
It was only then that he realized his phone had run out of battery — exactly when wasn't clear, but it had probably been three or four hours.
He plugged in the phone to charge, turned it on, and saw five missed calls: two from Wu Wenyue, two from Xu Manning, and surprisingly, one from Zhao Qingge.
Li Peifeng immediately called the latter back, and the call was quickly connected…
"Director, did you need something from me? My phone ran out of battery earlier."
Zhao Qingge's voice was calm: "I wanted to discuss the round table meeting tomorrow, but since you're back so late, never mind, just rest."
Li Peifeng responded with an "Mm": "You should sleep early too."
After hanging up, he felt something was off. The topics for the round table meeting had long been settled between them; it was just a formality. What else was there to discuss now?
Isn't there a possibility she was checking up on him…
