After watching Yu the Elder close the door and leave, An Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief and said into the phone, "What did you call me for?"
On the other end of the line, Jiang Xia ventured a guess, "Were you just trying to scare someone?"
"No, I call it reasonable risk avoidance."
"Risk? What risk were you in?"
"The risk of being told I'm crazy. Say, do you think all people get naggy when they get old? I wonder if I'll be like that."
As An Ning's thoughts began to wander, Jiang Xia's voice pulled her back.
Jiang Xia had called to formally invite An Ning to dinner.
"Dinner sounds fine, but we're not going to run into any more trouble, are we?"
"Probably not."
Jiang Xia didn't dare tell her he'd already run a background check on the restaurant they were going to, from its fire safety and construction materials all the way to its kitchen hygiene.
"Alright then, let's give it a shot."
An Ning agreed, and Jiang Xia said he would come pick her up that evening.
