A Disaster?
"This time, you'll handle this yourself!" Sun Haowei declared with grim finality.
"Father, what do you mean?" Jingwei asked hurriedly, but the only response he got was the unsympathetic beeping of the dial tone.
They sat in surprised silence. Jingwei never had his father hang up on him before, usually he would scream at him until his heart's content and then propose a solution. If he hung up, he must have really decided to leave him to his own devices.
"How do you even solve this?" Jingwei muttered to himself, frowning.
Meanwhile, Xue Ning turned over Sun Haowei's words in her mind. The traffic police were putting out their own fires? How curious. Wouldn't any request from the Sun family trump any of their own internal department squabbles, unless the Sun family wasn't putting out any request to begin with…?
"Let's find out more." Xue Ning said. She needed more information to make the next move.