But all of this shouldn't be tomorrow. What if I run into Han Bing?
After dinner, Li Xiaobao escorted Zhang Ling's family to the door. As soon as he returned to the yard, his phone rang. He took it out to see, and his heart skipped a beat—it was Han Bing calling.
"What are you doing?" Han Bing's gentle voice came over as soon as he answered.
"Nothing, just finished dinner and was getting ready for bed!"
Li Xiaobao really didn't know how to explain to Han Bing that tomorrow Zhang Ling and Zhou Cuihua were going to attend the opening ceremony. Zhou Cuihua was less of a worry, being his sister-in-law, but with Zhang Ling going, it was bound to be awkward for both of them.
On the other side, Han Bing was standing in the office of Ju Yuanxuan, looking at the brilliant Dongyang night scene. The United Hotel opposite was also brightly lit, already preparing for the opening ceremony.
"What happened?"
Han Bing, sharp as frost, instantly noticed something off in Li Xiaobao's voice.