Tuesday, Song Xiaodong was signing a few documents when his phone rang.
He glanced at the number. It was completely unfamiliar, but obviously a Beijing phone number.
After answering, Song Xiaodong politely said, "Hello, this is Song Xiaodong, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, a woman's voice came from the other end: "I'm landing in two hours; come pick me up."
"Pfft..." Song Xiaodong immediately recognized the voice—it was He Lingzhi. He had thought about He Lingzhi possibly looking for him, but didn't expect it to be so soon. He said, "Lingzhi, our engagement isn't even set yet, and you're already running to my place. Isn't that a bit much?"
He Lingzhi snorted, "Why all the nonsense? Hurry and pick me up. If I can't find you, don't blame me for tearing your house apart."
Song Xiaodong laughed helplessly, "Alright, I'll pick you up at the airport."
"That's more like it." He Lingzhi finally hung up.
"What's up? Going out?" Su Yuya asked.
