He Yong kept calling Zhou Yun, but Zhou Yun wouldn't pick up any of them.
Soon, a WeChat message came.
A huge chunk of text, which Zhou Yun had no interest in glancing at, she could guess what it was about.
Half an hour later, Zhou Lan called Zhou Yun.
"He Yong called me just now."
"I guessed as much." Zhou Yun sat on the sofa and asked, "What did he say?"
"What else could he say? It's just him wanting me to persuade you."
"He thinks this can be settled just by persuading?" Zhou Yun asked in surprise.
"Of course, he knows it won't be that easy to settle. I guess he's also gauging your reaction, to see if you're just angry for the moment or if you really won't let this go. If you just vented your anger, he would be happy to let it pass, and the matter would be resolved."
"Wishful thinking."
"Then he'll probably come to talk to you soon about his compensation."
"Let's wait then." Zhou Yun sighed, "I really don't feel like flying to Beijing this afternoon, I want to rest."
