"Master, Miss Xia said she has something to find you for!" Monica asked respectfully.
Xia Yanxin stood by, listening intently, and after a while, she heard a cold and hoarse voice, "Don't see her!" Then the call was cut off.
"Miss Xia, the master said he won't see you!" Monica reported truthfully.
"Oh, did your master get some kind of shock? This is really baffling. He can't just take his anger out on me!" Xia Yanxin had a headache.
Monica no longer answered Xia Yanxin's questions and continued her own work seriously, treating Xia Yanxin as if she were air.
Xia Yanxin could only helplessly wrap her arms around herself and idle back to the small study room. She communicated the work plan again with Yu Qing and the afternoon just passed by.
Suddenly the phone rang, and when she picked it up, she saw it was a call from Shen Xiaoman. Her heart alarmed, she pressed the answer key as quickly as possible.
"Nervous Man, why was your phone off?" Xia Yanxin started off aggressively.
