Old Master Raccoon squatted in the alley, facing Ah Bai and talking about information age tactics.
Ah Bai nodded in agreement, already imagining in his mind a phone call that would summon a swarm of strategic bombers. All he needed to do was to raise his head proudly like Old Master Raccoon, hands on his hips, to create an incredibly cool scene.
"Oh, right!"
"Come over here again, I almost forgot, there's another call I need to make."
After explaining the importance of summoning in the information age to Ah Bai, Ansheng seemed to remember something, raised his paw to beckon the Malinois, and picked up his phone again.
Ansheng looked at the phone screen, thought for a moment, canceled Lin Ying's number, and entered Lin Bingyun's number instead.
Last night, Grandmaster Lin was hospitalized because of a fight. Lin Ying was probably taking care of her and might still be sleeping now.
"Hello? Hi..."
