The father, dressed in a suit and carrying his briefcase, was accompanied by his son in a school uniform carrying his backpack, and the somewhat shy daughter-in-law holding her own arm that had just fallen off.
The three of them stood at the school gate, looking at each other.
"How come it's off again?" Han Fei's phone had already turned on by itself, showing ninety-nine missed calls, all from Zhang Yu.
Thin threads of rain landed on the screen of the phone. Fu Sheng saw those ninety-nine missed calls too, and his expression turned a bit strange. After a long hesitation, he finally spoke slowly, "Do you owe him money?"
"How could that bastard who is my arch-enemy at the company lend me money?" Han Fei held the phone, preparing to call back.
