Yang Chen watched Zhou Huiqing leave, helplessly picked up his phone, found Zhou Huiqing's father's number, and immediately dialed it.
It took two calls before the phone was answered.
Clearly, overseeing the affairs in Ancheng is not easy.
"Xiao Qing, what's the matter?" Zhou Tang's voice came through from the other side.
Yang Chen said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm Yang Chen."
"Oh! Mr. Yang!" Zhou Tang's voice didn't sound very friendly, after all, no one had ever dared to stand him up, especially after making him rush home from a lot of work.
Yang Chen said, "I apologize for yesterday. Something else came up yesterday that caused the delay, very sorry about that. I was wondering if you might have time to come to my place for dinner tonight, to make up to both you and Zhou Huiqing."
"Tonight? Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time." Zhou Tang replied directly.
He was very busy and didn't have time to play house by having dinner with Yang Chen.
