In the afternoon, Mu Shaochen left Grandma Mu's hospital room as his phone began to ring.
Seeing that it was a call from Old Master Zou, a hint of surprise flitted across the depths of his eyes, and he pressed the answer button with his long finger.
A polite "Elder Zou" slipped from his thin lips.
Old Master Zou's voice came through robustly, "Shaocheng, are you busy right now?"
"Not very, Elder Zou. Is there something you need?"
"It's like this, I want to resign from Linsang's job."
"Grandpa."
Suddenly, the voice of Zou Linsang, filled with disbelief, came from the other end of the phone.
Then, Old Master Zou said, "Shaocheng, I'll call you back later. You go ahead with your work."
And he hung up the phone.
Mu Shaochen stared at the call log that had been disconnected.
A hint of contemplation swept through his dark eyes.
Two minutes later, he arrived at Qin Zheng's hospital room.
