Aman lowered his eyelashes and imprinted a deep shadow under his eyelashes. His facial features were three dimensional as if they were carved.
"Young Master?"
"Give me the phone." Aman's knuckles were tightly clenched, as if he was trying to suppress his anger bit by bit.
"Okay."
Bucky went to the sofa and took his mobile phone.
When Aman opened his red eyes, he took a deep breath and dialed Chloe number. After the phone was connected, it was ringing all the time.
In the brightly lit hall, it was quiet, and the ringing of the phone was ringing all the time.
The fine and small lines made him break out in a cold sweat.
Just as Aman's eyebrows were furrowed, Chloe picked up the phone.
"Hello."
She was quite calm?
"After receiving my call, you only have one word?" Aman said, "Should you explain something to me?"
"Explain what?"
For a moment, Aman wanted to get someone to bring Chloe back!
