At that moment, a pleasant cellphone ringtone pierced the silent, cold street.
Zhang Fan fished out his phone and glanced at the screen: incoming call, Li Yishan.
"Hello."
"Old Zhang, you're actually available now. Is there a woman in your life?"
Li Yishan's voice came through the phone.
"What do you mean? Why would you ask that?"
"The thing men fear most is no action in the day, no action at night. Now I can't reach you day or night— either you're busy with the action, or the action's too busy for you..." Li Yishan analyzed seriously.
"..."
"Is it that coworker of yours, Jiang Lai?"
"Do you have something to say or not?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and asked.
"Yes, yes, of course. That thing I mentioned this morning, so what do you think?"
"What do you mean, what do I think?" Zhang Fan was confused.
"Xu Zhixia... She's back in Yujing City. I don't believe you feel nothing." Li Yishan's voice floated over the line.
