Inside the house.
"Give Qian Qian to me."
"What for?"
"What time is it? I'm heading back."
"Not until you help Jia Jia get in touch with someone."
"Didn't I already promise? If I promised, I'll definitely get it done."
"I'm still reserving judgment on your word. Contact them now. Jia Jia's mother is pretty anxious, and it's the same whether you leave after you've made the call."
"..."
"Hurry up and call."
"I seriously don't know what to say to you!"
Dong Xuebin and Fang Wenping started bickering again.
Sun Jia hurriedly said, "There's no need, I... I..."
Fang Wenping said, "Let him contact them. Don't worry about it. This kid can even forget his own goddaughter. Who knows how long he'd drag out someone else's business?"
Dong Xuebin's face reddened. "I had something to do today!"
"Even if you had something to do, you shouldn't have forgotten the child, should you?" Fang Wenping glanced at him disdainfully.
Dong Xuebin had no argument. He really had said he would come before eight, but after his old classmate took off her clothes, his thoughts had gotten all messed up, and he had completely forgotten about the child.
If Fang Wenping had not called to urge him, Dong Xuebin probably would not have remembered until tomorrow morning. They did not know that Qian Qian was not his goddaughter, but his biological daughter. Dong Xuebin himself felt that he was not much of a father. "Fine, fine. I'll call and ask." Not wanting Fang Wenping to keep humiliating him, Dong Xuebin picked up his phone and headed toward the bedroom.
Beep, beep, beep.
His second aunt's call connected.
"Hello, Second Aunt. It's me." Dong Xuebin got straight to the point. "I have two friends who want to develop in the entertainment industry.