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During their silent moment, the intercom phone on the office desk rang.
Iron Hand answered the call—it was Liu Ye, the one responsible for "taking care" of Tang Yu.
She said that Miss Tang had something important to say and insisted on speaking with Fourth Master.
Emperor Quan's brows slightly furrowed as he glanced at the expressionless Iron Hand, his voice cool.
"Pass it here."
He took the phone, and soon, a familiar voice came through, sounding strikingly similar to Zhan Se.
"Fourth Brother, it's me."
The voice of Tang Yu was gentle and pleasant, in stark contrast to the woman who had been giving him the cold shoulder. Indeed, this was the biggest difference.
Massaging his sore temples, Emperor Quan grunted, "What is it?"
"Fourth Brother." There was a brief silence on the phone, followed by Tang Yu's resigned sigh, "How long do you plan to keep me confined?"
"Until you've thought things through."
