In response, Lin Ping'an gave a very natural smile, speaking soothingly to reassure these elderly people and dispel their worries.
Then, he walked towards Building Two, going up step by step.
Shortly after, he saw a brand new security door.
At that moment, Lin Ping'an fell silent.
He had just been away for a few days, and even the front door had changed!
Checking it out, he saw a piece of white paper stuck to the door with a contact number, and next to it a name.
Zhou Mubai.
The handwriting was somewhat elegant, the name a bit literary.
He took out his phone and dialed the number.
A dozen seconds later, a somewhat familiar voice answered.
"Hello! Who is this?"
"It's Lin Ping'an!"
"Lin Ping'an? What do you want from me?"
"The phone number left on the front door!"
