王母那双翻来覆去揉眼睛的手，像是在给我洗脑。我心里直痒痒，脸上却挂着得体的笑，一杯柠檬水在手边，慢悠悠晃着，不接话，也知道她下一句还是什么“介绍个对象”。

手机“叮咚”一声，是傅少川发来的微信。 adopting a familiar tone, I quickly replied: “What’s up, Mr. Fu?”

In seconds, his reply came: “Meeting with Mr. Li later, need someone to pick me up from the airport. Who’s available?”

I typed back: “I’m free now, Mr. Fu.”

Before sending it, I hesitated and thought about it. Mr. Li, huh? That reminded me of the last time I ran into Mr. Li in front of the company building. It was obvious that Mr. Li wanted something from me. I didn’t want to get involved in any unnecessary trouble, so I decided to avoid him. I quickly deleted the message and pretended to be busy fiddling with my water glass.

Half an hour later, I received another message from Mr. Fu: “I’m here at the airport. Where are you?”

Damn it, I was trapped. I had to meet him. I quickly replied: “I’m on my way to the airport, Mr. Fu.”

When I arrived at the airport, I saw a luxurious car parked at the exit. The driver got out and opened the back door. Mr. Fu was already inside, looking around impatiently.