Long Yuda finally said this through gritted teeth and then hung up the phone directly!
'Snap!'
A loud noise came through, and Long Ziheng was slightly startled in his heart, but his expression had already become somewhat numb.
Without a change in facial expression, he looked at the phone screen that was gradually darkening. After a long while, a cold smile crossed his face before he casually placed the phone aside.
"Third Young Master, are you all right?"
Abao, who had been silent at his side, noticed that Long Ziheng's complexion was off and immediately asked in a low, concerned voice.
At this moment, Long Ziheng's face had turned somewhat pale, and between his brows was a hint of exhaustion.
"It's nothing. You can go now."
Long Ziheng slightly raised his hand to support his aching head, waved his hand dismissively, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Third Young Master, please take good care of your health."
