Ye Wangchuan was out when Old Master Jiang called him. The music in the private room was deafening. Mo Dong and a few big bosses from the independent continent were here.
"I'm going out to take this call."
Grabbing his jacket and going out, he stopped when it was quiet and answered the call. "Hello, Grandpa Jiang."
Tall and handsome, he looked like an unruly young master as he leaned against the entrance of the clubhouse, attracting the attention of passers-by.
"Are you outside?" Jiang Weishang noticed that he only picked up in the last few seconds. He grew embarrassed. "Am I disturbing you?"
"No. I'm not busy. I'm out having a drink with friends."
Ye Wangchuan did not care about the gazes on him. His eyelashes were lowered, and half of his face was hidden in the light as he elegantly asked, "Grandpa Jiang, why did you call me?"
