Just as he was thinking, another call came in.
— Ye Qichen.
Ye Wangchuan looked at the caller ID and suddenly stood up. He had long legs and was tall, at 1.85 meters. His aura was oppressive and lazy.
With a fluent Oxford accent, he said to the blond foreigners sitting opposite him, "Sorry, I'm going out to answer a call."
Five minutes later, he received a call outside and then came back in. His eyebrows were very low, and no emotions could be seen on his face. However, Qin Si had known him for many years and had grown up with him. How could he not tell that he was in a bad mood? He immediately frowned and asked in a low voice before he could sit down, "What's wrong?"
If nothing happened, Ye Wangchuan's entire aura wouldn't have dropped after picking up a phone call.
