Morning.
Zhang Ye napped a little while at his apartment.
At around 10 A.M., an unknown number called in.
"Hello." Zhang Ye yawned as he answered the call.
"Hello, is this Teacher Zhang Ye?" It was a woman's voice on the other side. It was a matured, crisp voice, "My name is Fang Weihong. You might not know me. But I believe you know Zhang Yuanqi's name? I am her manager and I received your contact information from the television station. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you. Let me say this directly. We would like your help."
Got my contact information from the television station?
Zhang Yuanqi did not give you my cell phone number?
Only then did Zhang Ye understand that the Heavenly Queen had not told anyone that they knew each other already. True, having met twice and with an ambiguous relationship, to the point of even spending the night alone by themselves together, this wasn't exactly something you'd say to people. "What help?"
"Do you have time now?" Fang Weihong asked.
