Glancing at Jiang Yingyue who had fallen asleep instantly, Han Qingshan shook his head and closed the door gently.
Just as he had closed the door, his private phone rang, startling him, and he moved away from the room fast so that the ringtone could not awaken the sleeping beauty within the room.
When he reached the sitting room, he answered the phone call. "What is it?" He asked. His voice which previously had been warm and friendly, filled with indulgence towards Jiang Yingyue, was now completely emotionless.
Han Qingshan listened in on the information he was given over the phone, his expression turning heavy the more he heard.
