"No one, just a friend," Han Chen said perfunctorily.

Zhou Zheng, however, found it unbelievable.

The tone of Han Chen's phone call just now clearly showed that he was talking to an elder.

The surname is Feng...

Zhou Zheng has worked in the Dongjiang Health Department for many years and has also had interactions with other units.

In Dongjiang, there are only a handful of leaders who can help him deal with these problems, have a say, and have real power. Zhou Zheng also knows most of them.

The one with the surname Feng...could he be Director Feng?

Zhou Zheng felt it was impossible. How could Han Chen know Director Feng?

The two walked side by side on Wangjiang Road.

Zhou Zheng turned around and looked at Han Chen carefully. "How have you been in the capital these past few years?"

Han Chen said, "It's pretty good."

"Since returning to Dongjiang, do you feel that things have changed a lot?"

"Well," Han Chen said, "Dongjiang has developed rapidly in recent years."

"Indeed," Zhou Zheng continued, "Your mother said you bought a house near the First Hospital of Dongda University. It seems you are planning to settle down here?"

"yes."

"Where did you stay when you were in the capital? Did the hospital mention accommodations?"

"No, I live at home."

"Home?" Zhou Zheng was puzzled.

Han Chen didn't explain. He looked up and saw Zhou Mo standing by the car waving at them. He reminded Zhou Zheng, "Momo."

Zhou Zheng looked up and saw Zhou Mo running towards them happily.

"Dad, are you really okay?" Zhou Mo was still worried and pulled him to check carefully.

"It's okay," Zhou Zheng spread his clean hands in front of her. "If there was anything wrong, I would have been taken away by 120 long ago."

Zhou Mo gave him a look and felt relieved.

"What's going on?" Zhou Mo asked.

Zhou Zheng patted Zhou Mo on the back of the head and said, "I just told Han Chen once, and now I want to tell you again."

Zhou Mo threatened stubbornly, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Tell me, tell me," Zhou Zheng said naturally because he loved Zhou Mo, but he automatically omitted the part about speeding.

After hearing the whole story, Zhou Mo felt relieved but also terrified.

"Be careful when driving in the future. You can drive your own car quietly, but you can't prevent others from driving carelessly. Be more careful and avoid it if you can."

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "I see. This is the first time I've noticed my daughter is so nagging."

Zhou Mo: “…”

"I'll take you home," Han Chen said, looking at Zhou Mo: "Do you want to go home or back to where you live?"

Zhou Mo glanced at Zhou Zheng and said, "I'm going home."

Han Chen nodded to show his understanding, but a hint of loss flashed in his eyes.

…

Zhou Mo and Zhou Zheng entered the house.

There's no one at home.

Zhou Mo asked, "Where's my mom?"

Zhou Zheng said, "I'm on a business trip. I'm going to Manshan County Middle School to be a lecturer and judge. I won't be back until tomorrow."

Zhou Mo was slightly annoyed, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhou Zheng was puzzled: "Why did she tell you that she was on a business trip?"

Zhou Mo: "...Do you still consider me your daughter? My mother didn't even tell me she was on a business trip."

Zhou Zheng said, "Look at you, kid. What are you talking about? Manshan is a small county town at the foot of Dongjiang River. It's not far away. I'll be back tomorrow. Don't you have your own work to do? There's no point in telling you."

Having said that, Zhou Mo still felt that since he moved out of his home, this home had gradually lost a certain close connection with him.

In particular, since she left, Zhou Zheng and Liu Xiangru's life has become happier and happier.

"You must be hungry. What do you want to eat? Dad will make it for you," Zhou Zheng washed his hands and prepared to go into the kitchen.

Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure?"

Zhou Zheng was a little embarrassed, "How about some porridge?"

Zhou Mo was helpless. It would be strange if Zhou Zheng could cook a sumptuous meal.

Fortunately, she went home today, otherwise Zhou Zheng would probably have gone hungry.

Zhou Mo washed his hands and went into the kitchen, picked out two or three vegetables from the refrigerator, and prepared to stir-fry two vegetarian dishes.

Zhou Zheng was very conscientious and took the initiative to wash and steam rice.

As he closed the lid on the rice cooker, Zhou Zheng suddenly thought of something and asked, "Do you remember that boyfriend you were dating when you were getting your master's degree? He had an uncle who was the director of the Public Security Bureau in Dongjiang District?"

"You mean Ren Huaibo?" Zhou Mo's hand that was cutting vegetables suddenly stopped.

"Yes, I couldn't remember his name for a moment," Zhou Zheng said, "His uncle's last name is Feng, right?"

"It seems so," Zhou Mo asked doubtfully, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Zheng wanted to say that Han Chen had called a leader named Feng today, but considering that saying this would expose his speeding, Zhou Zheng covered it up and said, "I suddenly remembered it."

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Zhou Mo felt it was very unusual. She and Ren Huaibo had broken up almost two years ago, and Zhou Zheng had even forgotten Ren Huaibo's name. Why would he suddenly bring up this matter?

"It's nothing. If only we knew Director Feng, it would be much easier to resolve Yu Yizhou's issue."

"How could ordinary people like us know such a person?" Zhou Mo felt that Zhou Zheng was too whimsical and abnormal today.

"That's right," Zhou Zheng said with a self-deprecating smile. "By the way, did Han Chen tell you that he has a 'home' in the imperial capital?"

Zhou Mo was slightly startled, "No, what's wrong?"

"You don't know either?" Zhou Zheng was surprised. "I was chatting with him today, and he said that when he was in the capital, he lived at home. I thought he bought a house in Dongjiang City, so how could he have a 'home' in the capital? I thought you knew what was going on."

"I don't know," Zhou Mo said, "He never said that."

Zhou Zheng reminded, "Han Chen is a depressed kid. It seems like he has something on his mind. Talk to him more when you have time."

"Here we go again," Zhou Mo said speechlessly, "You care so much about Han Chen, why not just let him be your son?"

Zhou Zheng restrained his expression and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"

"Isn't it?" Zhou Mo asked in a vexed tone, "You and my mom always advise me to help Han Chen and take care of him. Who will take care of me then? I'm almost thirty now, with no end in sight for my studies and no romantic prospects. I haven't heard you tell anyone to care about me."

"Han Chen has been away from Dongjiang for too long. He just came back. Your mother and I are worried that he won't be used to it here. He doesn't know where to go if he wants to go out for fun, and he doesn't have any other friends here. Your Aunt Liang just had heart surgery a while ago, and Han Chen is busy with work and has everything on his plate. We've been neighbors for so many years, shouldn't we help them out?"

Zhou Mo pouted, still feeling that Zhou Zheng and Liu Xiangru were biased.

"Alright, alright," Zhou Zheng consoled him, "I'll talk to Han Chen later and ask him to take good care of you."

"No need," Zhou Mo refused. "I know all your tricks. I don't have any contact with Han Chen, and you say I don't help my friends. If I do, you guys always like to mess around with me."

"What do you mean by randomly matching couples? I think Han Chen is a good guy. He has a stable job and knows everything about him. But no matter how much we like each other, it's useless. You have to live your own life. If you don't like it, your mother and I can't do anything about it."

Zhou Mo took a bite of vegetables and said, "Do you dare to say this in front of my mother?"