In Jiaoyang Temple.
Jiangli and Song Taishan had just finished having hotpot with some others.
They had all eaten quite a lot.
Perhaps it was because meals with Jiangli were always more appetizing, both Song Taishan and Wenru ate more than usual.
Having just finished eating, the two of them felt a little stuffed, so they sat with Jiangli in a side hall to digest.
At that moment, Xia Xin's cell phone suddenly rang.
Xia Xin took out his phone and saw that it was a call from Su Guoyu.
At this time, a call from Su Guoyu certainly meant something was up.
Xia Xin whispered to Jiangli that it was Su Guoyu, then answered the call, "Mr. Su?"
Su Guoyu's voice, carrying a hint of hoarseness, asked, "Little master, is the Abbot there?"
"Yes, do you need to speak with the Abbot?" replied Xia Xin.
Su Guoyu hummed in affirmation.
Xia Xin looked up at Jiangli.
Jiangli reached out, "Give it to me."
Xia Xin handed the phone to Jiangli.