Having hurriedly ended his call with his mother, Kawamoto Haruya broke into a quick trot toward the direction Zhai Weiwu had called him from.
How complicated could the layout of a sanatorium be?
The relatively private places to make calls were just the end of the hallway, the stairwell, the elevator lobby, and the like. That was why, the moment Kawamoto Haruya rounded the stairwell corner, he ran straight into someone else who was on the phone.
"Yes, over there. Just send me the coordinates..."
At the sound of that voice, Kawamoto Haruya froze. Wasn't this Mr. Ronan, the very subject of his conversation with his mother just now?
Apparently, Mr. Ronan had also picked this spot as a prime private place to make calls. Maybe he had seen Haruya go in first and didn't want to steal his spot, so he had made his call outside.
For a moment, Kawamoto Haruya neither knew whether to run nor stay. As he stood there blankly, Ronan reached out and ruffled his hair, signaling for him to go play with Zhai Weiwu. Ah, he probably meant do homework.
As though hypnotized, Kawamoto Haruya muddleheadedly walked that way, vaguely hearing Ronan say, "It's not convenient to ask now. They went to so much trouble to make me forget about it, so I shouldn't drag it back out and make people uncomfortable... I'll go pay my respects myself next week."
Even though Kawamoto Haruya was far more mature than children his age, with so little information, he had no way of telling what Ronan was talking about.
At this point, almost everyone in the hallway on this floor of the sanatorium was connected to Mr. Ronan. Kawamoto Haruya had only taken a few more steps when the chubby Mr. Mo Peng patted his head