Downstairs.
Yan Yi stood rooted to the ground with his phone in his hand. A chill, at the same time, ran down his spine.
He turned to look at Li Feng, who had just walked in, and immediately asked, "Li Feng, did something happen today? Why is Master Zhan in a bad mood?!"
Li Feng cluelessly responded, "I do not know of an issue. I barely recall he was in a bad mood. Why?"
Yan Yi gulped. He thought of Master Zhan's cold voice just now. He knew that his mood wasn't something one would like to see.
Li Feng said he was okay. It meant nothing had angered him before he came back and that something must have when he got home.
'Didn't Master Zhan go upstairs to look for that young lady, Shi Qian, when he got home?
'Why would he look for me if this young lady had angered him?'
Yan Yi pondered as he hurried upstairs.
He walked to the door of the study room and knocked. He said carefully, "Master Zhan, it's me."
