Mr. Zhang looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already close to eight o'clock. His daughter had said she would go to Mr. Liu's house after school, and Zhang had no doubts. Mr. Liu and Zhang Xiaotong had a good relationship, and Mr. Liu often invited Zhang Xiaotong over to his place.
Zhang was very confident in his daughter. In terms of strength, she was probably already above him. He considered himself to have average talent and felt that apart from teaching and educating, he hadn't achieved much in his life. However, having raised such a daughter, Zhang still felt very gratified.
But now it was already eight o'clock. Normally, Zhang Xiaotong would surely be home before seven.
Taking out his cell phone, Zhang hesitated. Should I call Mr. Liu...?
WEE-OO WEE-OO—
The sound of a siren rang out. It grew closer and closer, until it stopped at the intersection in front of his house. Mr. Zhang's hand, poised to dial, paused slightly. He sighed, giving up the idea.
