When Yan Mor Tee put down the phone, he glanced at his wife who was standing next to him and he wore a disappointed look.
"He did not agree?" Song Dei Si asked him.
He continued with his act. "Let's start packing our things now."
He saw a disappointment from his wife's beautiful face as she started making a strides to the closet to pack up their clothes. He followed his wife trying to suppress his laughter "Don't be upset sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to stay here for another week but you know Old Master Yan's health condition. We must not tire him up."
"How about your mum? Shall we call her?" She said suddenly.
Yan Mor Tee's face was taken a shock.
"What did you say?" He asked her. Trying to ensure that he didn't mishear her.
"Forget it. Of course she won't agree." She said as she realized that what she spouted was totally out of the blue.
"Why don't you give it a try?" Yan Mor Tee challenged her.
"Nope. She won't agree. Have you told her our status?"
