Fang Yawen leaned against the door and peeked out, but she couldn't see clearly.
"Young master!"
He heard a respectful voice outside the door.
Fang Yawen was shocked. The young master had come personally? Her blood was surging a little quickly. The young master was their God, their idol. To be able to see the young master in person, she was really excited. This was an uncontrollable feeling.
"Open the door and tell Fang Yawen to meet you!" A cold but hoarse voice was heard.
Fang Yawen knew that this was her young Master's Voice. It was really nice and magnetic, but it seemed to be hoarse from exhaustion.
She understood that the young master must have been worried about miss Yun these days, so she could tell how tired he was from his voice.
The footsteps gradually disappeared, and the door that held Fang Yawen was opened.
A man in a black suit looked at her and said,""Fang Yawen, come with me!"
