The phone book was no bigger than a palm, with magnetic strips on both sides. When unfolded like an accordion, it stretched out into one long strip. The handwriting ranged from old to new, clearly spanning many years.
I'd only seen phone books like this in movies and on TV. By the time I was born, mobile phones had become an essential item that everyone owned, so there was naturally no use for phone books like this anymore.
Zhu Yun unfolded the phone book and went straight to the most recent entry.
The name, written in pencil, was a little strange. It was just one surname—Chao. The number was for a landline. Below it were several figures: "15000," "3000," and "25000." She had no idea what they meant.
Zhu Yun happily carried the phone book back to the bedside, then picked up the phone from the nightstand.
Her husband grabbed Zhu Yun's hand and asked, "Wait. Um... is this person really any good? Your parents both..."
He trailed off, his expression plainly disapproving and his face dark.
Zhu Yun paused, her expression turning cold too. "What do you mean?"
"Otherwise, I could go with you to the City God Temple tomorrow and offer incense first. If you still don't feel at ease, we can go farther afield, to Guanyin Temple." he said.
Zhu Yun raised her head in anger and glared at him. "Zhang Junyi, what do you mean? What are you trying to say?"
"Don't shout. You'll wake our daughter." He frowned impatiently. "I know about what happened with your parents. I just didn't say anything back then. They were old, and they could do what they wanted with their money. We're able-bodied, we have jobs, a house, and a car. Your parents helped us a lot, too. We