Pello listened, his eyebrows slightly shifting, yet he still nodded in agreement.
The cell phone started ringing. Pello checked it; it was Su Ziceng calling.
"Pello, have you finished everything over there? I've booked my return flight to Mo City for the day after tomorrow," on the other end of the phone, Su Ziceng's voice sounded like a machine gun loaded with bullets, firing away rapidly.
Pello glanced at the elderly man, who also appeared weary and leaning on the sofa. Speaking alone was physically taxing for a nonagenarian.
It wasn't clear what specific progress Su Ziceng had made today, or whether Su Qingzhang had called to rush her again, making her so eager to rush back to Mo City. After visiting her grandfather's grave and meeting old friends, Pello had indeed finished all his tasks, "Okay," Pello briefly spoke a few more words and then hung up the phone.
