A few minutes later, the phone finally rang, and Long Yuda quickly answered it.
He heard someone say something on the other end, and then Long Yuda's expression instantly darkened...
Retrieving his phone with some lack of strength, Long Yuda almost struggled to support himself on the desk, lifting his head to look at Long Ziheng, who still had a cold and indifferent expression while sitting on the sofa. His gaze grew darker as he asked in a heavy voice—
"When did you get the news? Why didn't you tell me?"
Of course, there was a hint of accusation in his voice, making it unsettling to hear.
