Zhang Ye opened the window and leaned on it. He flipped through his message book and found Zhang Yuanqi’s telephone number. After pondering for a moment, he made the call. He was not a person who liked to beg for favors, at least he would not suddenly beg of people. If he could do it himself, Zhang Ye would do it himself. If he could not do it, then he would not do it; that was always his character. However, he did not have much pressure making this phone call. This was because Zhang Yuanqi had drunkenly gone to his house that day. Zhang Ye had taken care of her, washing her clothes and making food for her, so Zhang Yuanqi owed him one.
Ring, ring, ring.
Ring, ring, ring.
Only after it rang ten times did the phone call connect.
Zhang Ye quickly said, “Hello, Teacher Zhang. It’s me, Zhang…”
A magnetic voice from Zhang Yuanqi came over, but the tone was not very friendly, “I know who you are. I’m very busy now. I’m giving you ten seconds to speak.”