The next day.
Early in the morning.
New York City was shrouded in thick fog.
Du Wei habitually got up at six o'clock, freshened up, and then returned to his bedroom to power up his fully charged phone.
As soon as he turned on the phone,
he saw over thirty missed calls and hundreds of text messages.
Ninety percent of them were from Alex.
The more Du Wei looked, the more he felt a headache coming on, so he composed a message: "Have you eaten?"
Based on his understanding of Alex,
his girlfriend was definitely still sleeping at this time.
No big deal.
After that, he made a call to Father Tony.
It took quite a while before the call was connected.
But the voice that came from the other end of the line was Tom's exhausted and listless voice: "Fuck… my dear friend, you're finally back."
"Let me tell you, I had a dream last night that I was partying with lots of beauties, and then you crashed my private party with your friends."