"Hello, Wang Ma, what's the matter?" Yang Chen answered the phone.
On the other end, Wang Ma seemed hesitant and struggled to speak. After a moment of silence, she said, "Young Master, I accidentally slipped and sprained my foot while mopping the floor. Now I can't drive."
Although Wang Ma was not yet fifty, the years had taken their toll on her. Yang Chen asked with concern, "Is it serious? Why don't I come back now and drive you to the hospital?"
"No, it's just a minor thing. I'll rest for a day or two, and it'll be fine. But I couldn't deliver the things I was supposed to bring to Miss just now, so..." Wang Ma explained.
Relieved, Yang Chen said, "I'll come back now. It's a small matter that I should take care of."
