As soon as the call connected, Zhao Xinmei's hoarse voice came through.
"Xiao Bin, where are you right now?"
Hearing the weakness in her tone, Chen Bin felt like his heart was being pierced with a knife.
He quickly replied, "Just finished eating, I'm back at the dorm. What's wrong?"
"Your godfather has been encountering some difficulties with his promotion recently. If possible, see if you can help him out."
Chen Bin never expected that Zhao Xinmei would call him about such a matter.
He frowned deeply, looking visibly troubled.
"Mom, I've only been working here for a few days. I don't have much influence, and someone of godfather's rank is way beyond my reach."
"I know that, but he's isolated with no one to turn to. The only person who can remotely lend a hand is you."
"Alright, I got it."
In Chen Bin's view, he couldn't do much to help Wang Jun.
But he had to make a good impression on Zhao Xinmei.
