Early the next morning, Gu Chupei woke Lan Xiangxian up for breakfast.
He had bought breakfast long before and set it on the table downstairs.
"Eat first. I have to go to work soon. I'll buy you a new phone after work."
He had seen Lan Xiangxian's phone last night. It was rather battered, so this was a good chance to replace it.
"Can I go out and work?"
Perhaps it was because he had been so exhausted these past few days, but Lan Xiangxian had actually fallen asleep last night, and slept very deeply at that.
Even the alarm on his phone had failed to wake him.
He picked up a spoon, scooped up some porridge, and put it in his mouth.
It was slightly sweet and tasted good.
"No need. Just wait here for me."
Gu Chupei took his clothes off the hanger and headed toward the door.
"I don't like you going out."
This was a demand, not a suggestion.
Lan Xiangxian understood and silently drank the soup in his bowl.
Could the person I'm replacing have run away at the last moment?
Or left Gu Chupei at some crucial moment?
Why else would Gu Chupei insist I stay home?
Click...
Gu Chupei closed the door, leaving Lan Xiangxian alone in the room.
[Theatre Boss: Xiangxian, are you still there?]
Just as he was getting bored, the boss sent him a message.
He picked up his phone and glanced at it. Although he did not want to engage with the man who had sold his information, he replied anyway.
[Lan Xiangxian: Yeah. What is it, boss?]
The other man did not mind Lan Xiangxian changing how he addressed him to "uncle," and instead sent a long string of messages.
[Theatre Boss: Xiangxian, I'll be blunt. Gu Chupei