Zhou Luchen had been working nonstop for several days, but that didn't hinder his spending sprees for entertainment. Without Zhuang Ming by his side to supervise, he could be even more reckless. Even when Zhuang Ming was around, it wasn't like he could really control him.
In the afternoon, Zhou Luchen personally visited the West District Courtyard. As his black sedan passed the courtyard's guard post, Chen Yao's calls had come through three times. Zhou Luchen couldn't be bothered to answer. The guard, eyeing the unassuming black domestic car with its highly uncommon Beijing license plate, knew which family it belonged to.
"You've finally come to visit Professor Peng. He's been looking for your car every time he's gone downstairs these past few days."
Zhou Luchen remained silent. He opened the car door, tossed the keys to the guard at the post, and then slid his finger across his phone to answer the call.
