Li Yuntang—his father's emotions seldom showed on his face. As long as his injuries were not serious, he usually remained indifferent. The bodyguards protected him so well that he hardly ever got the chance to get hurt, let alone use an injury to gauge his importance in his father's heart.
So, seeing Yan Xiaye so flustered on his behalf, Yunduo knew such thoughts were wrong, but she couldn't help but secretly curve her lips upwards.
Only then did Yan Xiaye remember that Mr. Yan Jiu could help and hurriedly took out her phone to dial Li Yuntang's number. As soon as the call connected, she couldn't wait to say, "Mr. Yan Jiu, I..."
In the president's office of Li Corporation Group, Li Yuntang paused his signing, his narrow eyes slightly squinting. "Xiaye, it's Li Yuntang."
Yan Xiaye suddenly felt disappointed. Eight out of ten times she called this number, Yan Jiu answered, so much so that she forgot to get Yan Jiu's personal number.
"Then, is Mr. Yan Jiu there?"
