Early the next morning, Lin Zifeng drove the cheap QQ car to send the Old Buddha back to the company and then received a call from Hai Zhilan. So he headed to a café again...
At this moment, in the café, Hai Zhilan's face was noticeably more tense than when he last saw Lin Zifeng.
Just then, Lin Zifeng slowly walked in from outside the café.
Seeing Hai Zhilan's tense expression, looking somewhat unnatural, he plopped down in a chair and looked at Hai Zhilan.
"What's wrong? So nervous, did something major happen?" Lin Zifeng asked him with amusement.
"Brother Lin, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, I would have lost half my life!"
Hai Zhilan was almost on the brink of tears.
"What happened? It's only been a few days since we last met, and you're already like this?" Lin Zifeng chuckled bitterly.
"Brother Lin, you're making fun of me. I'm totally stressed out."
