His gaze turned a stark red. Reaching out to the phone, he attempted to make a call but in his haste, he yanked the cord clean off. Furious, he hurled the phone against the wall and it bounced back before shattering on the ground.
Luo Yuqi slumped back onto his chair, his head resting against the backrest. Slowly, he closed his eyes as a tear silently rolled down his cheek. It felt like his heart was being gouged out.
After some time, he collected his emotions and took out his cell phone to call the Luo Family. "Where's the second young master?" he asked.
The butler's heart contracted in fear. The second young master had stormed off earlier, and whatever the first young master was going through was not visible but his voice was so low, it was as though it plunged to freezing temperatures. The old butler couldn't afford any more shocks at his age; hopefully no one would scare him further.
