Ye Che had been watching every move of Xia Weiyi. Judging from her expression, he knew the phone call must be unusual, yet he hadn't expected such a significant reaction from her.
Turning his head to glance at Xia Weiyi, Ye Che reached out to draw her into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her, while his other hand reached for the phone on the bed.
He was curious to see who had the nerve to scare his woman like this.
"I'm Ye Che, Xia Weiyi's husband, may I know who's calling," Ye Che said, cutting straight to the point.
Zhou Ting hadn't expected Ye Che to be by Xia Weiyi's side at this time. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke up, "Young Master Ye, I am Zhou Ting. Could you please hand the phone to Xia Weiyi? I have something to discuss with her."
The look on Ye Che's face darkened instantly. No wonder his little thing had such a sour face—it was Zhou Ting, the unwelcome visitor.
