"Angry?" Shen Yi wondered, his voice deep with inquiry, "Who has upset her?"
"This..." Uncle Zhang fell silent for a moment, unsure how to answer his master.
Shen Yi was not a fool; he understood from Uncle Zhang's silence that he had upset Ye Wanwan himself. Shen Yi furrowed his brows—when had he upset Ye Wanwan?
"Uncle Zhang, could you please ask Wanwan to take the phone?" Shen Yi thought it best to ask directly.
"Yes, sir," Uncle Zhang hurriedly agreed and then quickly walked toward the living room with the phone in hand.
"Madam," Uncle Zhang called out before he even arrived.
Ye Wanwan looked up at the approaching figure, "Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"
"It's the master's call," Uncle Zhang said.
On the other side of the phone, Shen Yi, hearing Wanwan's voice speaking to Uncle Zhang, subconsciously gripped the phone tighter.
