I Want to Test My Skills

Shen Zeming's lips curled into a calculated smile, 'Finally,' he thought, the pieces falling into place. "When exactly did you hear this? And who specifically is involved?" he asked.

"It's said that one of the higher-ups in the regulatory committee has some connection to Luo Chen," Duan Mei replied through the phone, her voice hushed but clear. "I apologize, Young Master Shen, but given my current position, I don't have access to more specific details."

Hearing this, Shen Zeming began tapping his finger rhythmically. "Sister Duan," he said, "might I ask a favor of you?"

"Of course, Young Master!" Duan Mei responded with genuine warmth, though a faint tremor betrayed her nervousness. Her voice softened, tinged with both gratitude and something deeper. "You've... you've always been so kind to me. I... may I ask when you might be free?"

"Well..." Shen Zeming's words trailed off.