C88 The Photos Were All in Print

His phone alarm clock rang. Nie Cheng turned it off and called Mu Han on time.

This was the sixth time he had made a call in the past. Every time he dialed a number, he was in a good mood.

When the call connected, Nie Cheng rambled on, "I'm going to the airport now. I'll be there in the middle of the night."

"I'll leave the door open for you."

"Go to sleep first. Just leave a light for me