Just as The Three Han Brothers were fervently discussing whether they really should rebel, Young Master Han Zifeng's cell phone suddenly rang. Han Zifeng hurried to check it, only to find his handsome face darkening; surely some people just can't stop mentioning others behind their backs, and here we were, talking about Cao Cao, and Cao Cao called.
"Big bro, whose call is it? Why aren't you answering?" Second Master Han, Han Ziyue, asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Han Qianxun." Han Zifeng felt a headache coming on.
"Big brother, you should give him a good scolding, let him know he's really screwed us over." Third Young Master Han Ziyun was still unforgiving upon hearing that it was their own Ancestral God, Han Qianxun, on the line.
"Nah, you take the call. If you want to scold him, do it yourself," Young Master Han Zifeng said as he pretended to hand the phone over to his stiff-necked brother.
"No, it's better if you take it," Han Ziyun said sheepishly.
