Uncle Sheng had been a butler for so many years, so he could naturally tell that the other party's tone was unfriendly. Hence, he asked again, "Sir, may I know who you are?"
The person on the other line tried his best to suppress his anger and said unhappily, "I'm Kang Jichuan. Give the phone to Qiao Xi."
Kang Jichuan…
When Uncle Sheng heard this name, his heart was filled with disdain. It was definitely not a good thing for Young Master Kang to call Young Madam. He definitely wanted Young Madam to help Kang Qingzhi clear her name so that Kang Qingzhi could win the perfume competition.
He was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke, his tone carried a trace of helplessness. "Mr. Kang, I'm really sorry. Our young madam isn't at home. If you have anything to say, you can tell me first. I can help you pass the message."
When Kang Jichuan thought of Kang Qingzhi, who was on the verge of death on the hospital bed, the anger in his heart surged.
