"Alright, contact me if there's any news, let's leave it at that."
"Hmm, old man, haven't you already transferred from Xinjiang to Beijing? Can we grandfather and grandson meet? It's been more than half a year since we last met. I wonder if the old man has aged?" Lin Mu continued.
"Rest assured, this old man is temporarily still alive, and certainly won't age uselessly so fast, I'm the same as before, so for now we won't meet because I have many things to busy myself with," Elder Lin replied.
"Aha, then I'm relieved, don't have to see your old face, old man," Lin Mu chuckled.
"Damn it, you scoundrel, once I finish this affair, I'll send you off to Africa for a few years," came Elder Lin's angry curses over the phone, but Lin Mu hung up before Elder Lin could continue.
No words were spoken that night. The next morning, Lin Mu briefly mentioned his trip to Beijing to a few of his sisters at home to prevent the women from speculating about his whereabouts.
