"Wait a minute! I'll ask one last question!" Young Master Wang was afraid that Du Yue would get impatient, so he spoke faster. "Xia Ju, is she okay?"
"She's doing fine now, but if you continue to dawdle, it might not be the case."
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll go find someone now!"
Young Master Wang was extremely anxious. After saying this, he directly hung up the call. It was obvious that he had gone to make arrangements. Du Yue handed the phone to Xia Ju. "He's quite worried about you. Now that An Wu is dead, his father should be in charge here in the future. If you stay, he should treat you well."
Xia Ju took the phone and rolled her eyes speechlessly. "I'm old enough to be his grandmother. How could I fall for such a child?!"
