Elder Feng's room had two telephones.
One was a hotline, which, when it rang, often signified that something significant was about to occur.
The other was a private line. Given his status, aside from family, only a few people in the entire Huaxia Country knew this number—indeed, besides his family, only those few were authorized to call it directly.
Now, Ge Dongxu had also become one of those few.
Seeing the private phone ring suddenly at this hour, a flicker of surprise crossed Elder Feng's face.
His private phone hardly ever rang in a year, let alone late at night. Its sudden ringing now indeed made Elder Feng somewhat unaccustomed.
The staff responsible for Elder Feng's meals and accommodations was startled by the abrupt ringing, fearing something significant had occurred, and hurriedly handed the phone to Elder Feng.
"Is that my Senior Brother? This is Ge Dongxu." No sooner had Elder Feng taken the phone than he heard Ge Dongxu's voice.
