Zhao Xiangde looked at his phone, wondering who would call so late, and with an unknown number, he pressed the answer button.
"Hello," Zhao Xiangde said into the phone.
"Elder Zhao, as expected, you're not asleep," came the reply.
"Feng Jiayin!" Zhao Xiangde immediately recognized the distinct, familiar voice on the other end of the line. He knew who it was, but what did she want?
"It's me." Feng Jiayin was very frank, and even sounded cheerful on the phone, seemingly having forgotten everything that had happened at the hotel.
"What do you want calling me?" Zhao Xiangde considered hanging up on her, but then he remembered his friend Ling Tianyu's issue. He had just parted with his student, and wouldn't have any news until dawn at the earliest. If that didn't work out, Feng Jiayin's call might still represent an opportunity.