"Sir, you really know how to joke. What can I explain to you?" The first elder laughed with Yuwen Jing on the phone, trying to muddle through. It was early spring, and the weather was cool. However, the sweat on his forehead was gushing out.
"Only you can explain this matter to me. I just want to know, why did the master of the Kennedy family, who usually doesn't walk around, come to look for you?" Yuwen Jing's patience had long been exhausted.
Hearing Yuwen Jing mention the master of the Kennedy family, the first elder quivered. He stammered some incoherent excuse.
"Don't lie to me. I want the truth."
