"You're not being honest, are you? This morning you told me you'd be back in a few days, and now it's changed to half a month. Do you want me to bring the brothers over for a showdown? We don't have much, but we do have a few brothers who dare to fight and can take a punch."
"Nothing of the sort! That's all for now, you handle the situation at home. Oh, any news on Xu Qingyang?"
"None. Ye Tian, isn't it overdoing it a bit, just like that..."
"It's nothing, just asking. Hanging up."
After hanging up, Ye Tian turned around and leaned on the telephone booth, his stiff suit now like cold armor, chilling to look at. Ye Tian lit a cigarette, glanced around through the grey smoke; it was desolate. With the year-end approaching, the city was getting more festive. Among the myriad of lights, which wasn't brighter than the cigarette in his hand?
Taking a drag, the cigarette tip brightened up a bit but quickly dimmed down again.
...
"Old Mo, this Zhang Bin you have isn't simple, huh?"
