"But he didn't pick up...I called him twice."
Yang Ruqin's beautifully shaped brows drew together upon hearing the defeat in her friend's voice. Hey, hey, the battle hasn't started yet, don't give up so quickly!
"It went straight to voicemail after the first ring."
"What time did you call him?"
Zhao Lifei checked the phone. "Around one in the morning."
Yang Ruqin became worried. One in the morning was the exact time her brother arrived home yesterday. She knew because the Old Butler looking over Yang Feng's mansion always reported to her mother the time he would come home.
This realization upsetted her. Feng-ge was stubbornly ignoring Zhao Lifei.
It was surprising for her to hear about this. Her brother was always patient around Feifei and tolerated almost all of her disrespect. Was the situation this serious now? Was he truly offended by her words?
"I'll call him—"
