Mrs. Lin had spent a long time doing ideological work on Qin Yu, who had found a suitable opportunity today to personally make a call to Xie Mingzheng, who was far away in London, inviting him to visit Beijing soon if he had time.
Xie Mingzheng didn't know what Qin Yu was up to, but since everyone was genteel and he had some recent business dealings with Beijing, he agreed.
Overall, they had a very pleasant conversation.
The call lasted nearly forty minutes, and by the end, Mrs. Lin, sitting nearby, was frequently yawning. Only then did Qin Yu hang up.
"Is there a problem?"
Qin Yu felt that his son's expression was off.
"Nothing." Qin Jijing stood up, "You rest, I'm heading back."
It was deep into the night now, perfect timing as he was just passing by his parents' place after some socializing, to pick up some things.
His father never concealed any decisions from him, so he had already mentioned Xie Mingzheng to him earlier.