"Young Master, are you still awake?" Quan San's voice came through the phone carefully.
Ever since he found out that Quan Jue had a seriously bad temper, he cleverly chose not to call him at night or in the morning.
"Go ahead," Quan Jue said lightly as he sat on the bed.
"It's like this. Sir knows about your return to Shang Jing. He's very angry that you didn't visit him when you returned. Sir wants you to go back tomorrow. He wants to see you," Quan San said.
"I'm not free," Quan Jue said lightly. "I won't be leaving White City anytime soon."
"But…"
"If there's nothing else, you should rest early." Quan Jue hung up after speaking.
Quan San stared at his phone helplessly.
To dare to ignore Sir like this, this young master sure was willful.
However, Quan San thought about Quan Jue's methods.
