Evening.
Song Guanchao was having dinner in the cafeteria. Upon returning to his dormitory, he suddenly received a phone call from an unfamiliar number.
"Who is it?"
"You're investigating me."
The voice belonged to a man.
His words made Song Guanchao pause for a moment.
Is this person... the undercover?
"You called the wrong number."
Song Guanchao didn't follow the man's lead.
"Jufu Restaurant, Box No.1. Let's meet and talk."
The caller ignored his response, finished speaking, and hung up.
Song Guanchao contemplated while holding his phone.
The person hadn't admitted to being an undercover agent. Even if they met, it was unlikely he would admit it.
However, Song Guanchao didn't believe that he would actually come.
Even if he went, he'd likely only meet the man's representative.
As for what the man wanted to discuss, it was easy to guess.
He probably wanted to use money or some other benefit to make him stop investigating.
