Li Jing looked puzzled, his mind swiftly flashing through the faces of acquaintances from Tianhai, yet he still couldn't guess whose number it was.
He pressed the answer button, and amidst the electrical noise in the receiver, he could vaguely hear the roar of cars on the road.
"Hello, is this President Li Jing?"
A middle-aged man's voice came through the receiver, with a trace of barely noticeable tension and restraint at the end.
Li Jing's voice was as calm as usual, frowning slightly, "Who is this?"
"Ah, President Li, hello!"
The other party hastily raised his voice upon hearing him, the background noise mixed with various street sounds, "I am Zhang Xinxin's father, I'm really sorry to bother you at this time."
"Zhang Xinxin's father?"
Li Jing was surprised, then asked puzzledly, "May I ask what's the matter?"
