Although cursing in his heart, 'good self-cultivation' still made Su Yang shout toward the room, "Little Deeny, who was it?!"
After a moment, Little Deeny's voice sounded in Su Yang's ear, "Master, it's a call from Miss Chu Xia."
'Chu Xia? What does she want with me?'
Su Yang endured the excruciating pain in his hand and shouted again, "Little Deeny! Accept the call."
A second later, the line was connected, and Chu Xia's voice rang out from the phone, "Hey young master! Will you come out for coffee this afternoon?"
Su Yang looked at his right hand where only his middle finger remained.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "How about another day?"
Chu Xia was worried. "Huh? Are you having a bad day?"
After revealing her concern, Chu Xia asked him as she sensed something was off, "Are you alright? Why do I get the feeling you aren't feeling yourself when I hear your voice…"
