"Sob, sob, it's my fault, it's my fault. Let's allow him to return to the country. We'll keep an eye on him and absolutely won't let him do bad things again," his wife cried.
"Sigh, let's wait for news first. If it's Li Yifei, then there's still room to maneuver in this matter. If it's someone else, then I can't do anything." Song Zhenye sat on the ground in despair.
Song Zhenye didn't delay and found Li Yifei's phone number and dialed it.
Li Yifei didn't act immediately. He had a vague feeling that things might change today. So, when the phone rang two to three minutes later, Li Yifei glanced at the caller ID, understood, and answered the call, hearing the voice on the other end say, "Yifei, is it you?"
"Hello, Secretary Song," Li Yifei said.
"Hey, I told you, just call me by my name or call me brother, don't keep calling me Secretary. We're friends privately," Song Zhentao said.
"Haha, alright then. Brother Song calling so late, is there something up?" Li Yifei said.
