Ye Shuqing cleared her throat and answered the call.
"Miss Ye, it's already nine o'clock," Guan Jiu's respectful voice rang out. "Young Master Sheng asked me to remind you that it's time to come home."
Ye Shu's heart trembled again, the warmth of someone waiting at home comforting her immensely.
She pursed her lips, feigning annoyance, "If Mr. Sheng wants me to come home, he should tell me himself, not always send someone else to do his bidding—how insincere!"
"Miss Ye, I'm afraid that's not possible today. At this hour, Young Master Sheng should have already boarded his flight," Guan Jiu cautiously phrased.
"Boarded a flight? To where?" Ye Shu blurted out, and after asking, felt that something was amiss.
It felt like a wife questioning the whereabouts of her husband.
Ye Shu's cheeks started to burn slightly.
"Han City..."
