Aunt Ning was momentarily stunned and didn't speak. The woman on the other end of the phone grew somewhat impatient and said, "Who is it, anyway? What's the matter? Speak up, or I'm hanging up."
"I'm looking for Achen," Aunt Ning said with a frown.
The other party was taken aback, probably not expecting the call to be from an older person. She had first thought it was yet another woman trying to entangle herself with the young master Nan, which is why her attitude had been extremely poor.
Now hearing an elder who also used such an intimate form of address, she assumed it might be Nan Sichen's mother.
The attitude of the woman on the phone did a complete one-eighty, as her voice instantly became gentle and sweet, "Hello, may I know who's calling? Do you need something from young master Nan?"
"Could you please let Achen take the call?" Aunt Ning's brow furrowed even more, her tone both more polite and stricter.
