For Shen Yuan, everything happened too quickly.
"Are you saying that Song Yan hasn't contacted you since last night?" She felt uneasy since early morning and called the secretary to confirm.
"Yes, his phone has been unanswered. I'll go to his house later." The secretary hesitated while putting on his coat. "Miss Shen, if Song Yan hasn't sent the person away, we need to make plans early."
"I understand. Go check, and contact me anytime." Shen Yuan hung up the phone and sank into the sofa, staring blankly at the tea leaves sinking to the bottom of the cup on the table.
"Miss Shen." The butler noticed her troubled mood and still approached, interrupting her thoughts. "The person upstairs wants to see you."
Shen Yuan impatiently waved her hand, "I don't want to see him. I'm not in the mood now. Keep an eye on him and don't let him contact anyone outside."
