So, the next morning.
Zhang Feng's home.
Ring ring—
A phone call woke Zhang Feng up.
Zhang Feng picked up the phone from the bedside table and answered it. Boss He's voice came from the other side, "Zhang bro, are you up?"
"This call made me get up even if I wasn't," Zhang Feng sat up, "What's the matter, speak."
"Well..." Boss He was vague.
"If you have something to say, just say it," Zhang Feng said directly, "You've helped me before, and even gifted me books, so don't be ambiguous. Just say what you need to say; I don't have morning temper, that's just how I talk."
"Okay!" Boss He said sincerely, "My sister, my own sister, the receptionist at my company, you know her, right?"
"I know." Zhang Feng knew the girl; she had a pretty smile, "What's up?"
"It's like this haha." Boss He chuckled, "She wants to invite you for a meal on Sunday, and then maybe go for a stroll?
Come on, take a look?"
