Xiao Zhenyu looked at his daughter, who was frowning in conflict. "Yanzi, if you don't believe Ziquan is at his house, we can take him to make a call home right now."
Before Xiao Jiyan could speak, Su Shuochi's voice cut in, "Director Xiao, aren't we not supposed to make personal calls?"
"That's normally the case, but I have special privileges."
"Then let's make the call," Su Shuochi said, more anxious than the Xiao father and daughter.
Soon, the call connected. Xiao Zhenyu put it on speakerphone: "Hello? The missus is cooking. Who is this?"
Xiao Rui's cheerful voice came from the other end of the line.
"Xiao Rui, why aren't you in the kitchen helping?" Su Shuochi asked, sounding displeased.
"Oh, it's you, brother-in-law! Aunt Jiaojiao asked Fu Guoguo to help in the kitchen, so she won't let us in.
Oh, right! Geng called earlier and said they were busy with something, so he asked us to drive over and pick you up.
