When Zhou Shi received the call, he was staring at a broken porcelain bowl in his studio.
The call was from Lin Wei. The voice on the other end was very low, with a hint of crying: "Shizi, come back soon, grandma... She can't survive."
The porcelain bowl in Zhou Shi's hand almost fell to the ground.
He was stunned for several seconds, his mind going blank. When he came to his senses, he had already rushed out of the studio. He didn't even turn off the light on the workbench, and he forgot to take off his apron. He just wore a dark blue apron stained with mud and chemical reagents, and ran all the way to the roadside to hail a taxi.
"Where are you going?" The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
"South of the city, Laohuaishu Lane, please hurry up."
