If he had just a few more minutes, Han Yu was confident he could win over Lin Qingya. Even if he couldn't win her over entirely, he could at least take some advantage.
But of course, Old Mr. Song had to call at this moment, ruining his good time. How could anyone be in a good mood after that?
Unaware of the situation, Song Hanbo, on the other end of the line, heard the dissatisfaction in Han Yu's tone and thought he had interrupted a pleasant dream. He chuckled awkwardly and spoke up, "Ah... It seems I've been inconsiderate, perhaps, should I call back later, Han?"
Seeing that Lin Qingya had already seated herself at the table, Han Yu sighed. "Forget it, Old Mr. Song. Just go ahead and tell me what you need."
"Alright."
Song Hanbo laughed awkwardly, his tone turned serious. "Elder Yuan really had an incident last night..."
"I know."
Han Yu nodded and continued, "Elder Yuan called me this morning and asked me to visit his villa later to check things out."
