Deng Chun discovered that after he took Wen Huilan's call, the world had suddenly become a little strange.
First, he himself had sensed that something was off.
That old man of his was already so old! Why had he suddenly decided to embark on a long-distance journey halfway around the globe? Both his health and the trip itself carried risks. Combine those two risks, and the odds would only climb rapidly.
And this was happening amid such a volatile political climate.
Soon enough, people from his social network began calling him as well. Between the lines, they were all fishing for information about this trip.
This was outrageous!
Although Wen Huilan had not said so, Deng Chun knew he absolutely could not casually discuss a travel plan like this. For the sake of confidentiality, even though his mind was crawling with curiosity, he had forcibly held himself back from asking anyone who might know the details of the trip.
Who would have thought that the news was already flying all over town!
Of course, the information those people had was somewhat inaccurate, especially regarding the exact destination. Some said Jin City, while others said Ban City, but every one of them seemed certain that Mr. Deng Yunwei would be leaving Lake City tonight or tomorrow.
If Deng Chun had known nothing, it would have been one thing. But he happened to know the precise itinerary, so how he responded became a real test of his verbal finesse.
After taking three or five calls in a row, he could not help feeling mentally exhausted.
Seeing that it was getting late, he needed to pack his personal luggage and hoped to use the opportunity to sort through his thoughts. Yet just as he opened his suitcase, another call came in.
Deng Chun's