Lu Weihong had the phone on speaker. "Dad, where's Mom?"
His father's mind wasn't on the call. He answered casually, "I don't know. What's wrong?"
Lu Weihong was silent for a moment, then urged, "Dad, you need to take care of Mom. She has high blood pressure, so don't always get her worked up."
His father said impatiently, "Alright, I know. I'm just playing mahjong, and only for fifty cents a game. Your mother just makes a fuss over everything. She can't stand to see me idle for a second in her life."
Lu Weihong sighed softly. "Dad, take care of yourself."
"I know, I know," his father said. "Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."
"Okay."
Lu Weihong was the first to hang up. He said to Chang Zhigang, "Don't worry. I'm making another call."
At this point, even Chang Zhigang could tell something was wrong. He shot a look at Shen Xin and the others.
Lu Weihong dialed his wife's number again.
The call connected quickly.
