Li Dingjian glanced apologetically at Fang Cheng, hurriedly answered the phone, and placed it by his ear.
Then he simply said "Understood" before hanging up and bidding farewell to Fang Cheng:
"Ah Cheng, Uncle has to leave now, they're urging me over there, remember what I told you!"
Fang Cheng stood at the doorway, watching his uncle's hastily departing silhouette, silently retracting his gaze.
He couldn't shake the odd feeling in his heart; his uncle had been acting mysteriously, like a different person lately.
Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if a ghost had possessed him.
Moreover, the voice that came through the phone earlier had a vaguely familiar tone.
It seemed like… the old man he met that time at Master Lin's shop, the one with glasses and a gentle demeanor.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned and walked over to the window, looking down at the scene below.
In the afternoon sunlight, shadows splattered across the ground at the hotel entrance.
