"You! I'm done talking to you!" Mo Ran turned his head to look out the window, feeling very apprehensive inside. Could he really come out on top?
Arriving at the venue for the competition, which was the sports arena in W City, Gu Yixuan parked the car, and they went their separate ways. She headed backstage to prepare, while he took a seat in the audience stands.
Just as Gu Yixuan walked into the lobby, his cellphone rang. Looking at the familiar landline number, his gaze sharpened, and he suddenly exuded a faintly piercing coldness.
"Hello," he answered the call, his voice cold and languid.
"Second young master, the old master is critically ill, and you're asked to come back immediately."
"Is he about to die?"
Upon hearing this news, Gu Yixuan didn't even furrow his brow, his voice devoid of any fluctuation, as if he had just heard the most ordinary piece of news.
