"Yes." The servant was frightened by Chen Ming's assistant's gaze and couldn't help but take a step back.
"What do we do? What do we do? Why did the old man call at this time? Could it be that the old man knows something? It was Elder Liu who called the old man!" Chen Ming's assistant's hands couldn't help but tightly clench together. He kept circling around the door. He kept saying, "What should we do? What should we do now?"
"Mr. Smith, Elder Wharton's call is still being connected. Do you think we should ask the young master to come out and answer the call? If we let Elder Wharton wait for too long, I'm afraid it won't be good."
"Oh my, I really am stupid." Chen Ming's assistant patted his forehead. "Where's the phone? where is it?"
"In the living room," the servant said.
