Su Jia Asks Someone for Help

Early the next morning.

North Entrance of Heping Street, Dong Family.

After getting up, Dong Xuebin went downstairs to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks, then sat in the house and ate.

He had only gotten back from Xu Yan's place at around eight last night. Director Xu had been too hospitable, personally cooking six or seven dishes for him and somehow digging out a bottle of Chivas Regal. The national security service had rules, so Director Xu had not drunk any herself. She had prepared it solely for Dong Xuebin, toasting him cup after cup with tea in place of wine. The two of them chatted about many things and thoroughly enjoyed the meal. If it had not gotten too late for him to stay, Xu Yan probably would not have let him leave.

Director Xu's transfer and Madam Han's birthday banquet—well, he had basically taken care of everything he needed to do on this trip back to the Capital City.

After breakfast, Dong Xuebin had nothing to do. He crossed his legs, turned on the television, flicked out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

There was no place like home. His own home was still the best. He had not been this relaxed in a long time. An hour passed. Then another hour passed.

Right, he had nearly forgotten. Hadn't Sister Su come to Beijing yesterday? Dong Xuebin had been thinking of playing host, so he immediately picked up his phone and called her. Beep, beep, beep. This time, the call went through, but perhaps the other side was not using Global System for Mobile Communications. The signal crackled badly.

"Hello, Sis, where are you?"

"...Hello?"

"It's Dong Xuebin. Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you." Su Jia laughed from the other end. "The