This phone call from Xiao Lin was certainly not for Xia Xue. He knows the priorities of matters well. Although Xia Xue is important too, compared to the importance of the call he is making, Xia Xue could wait for a bit. However, Xiao Lin seems to have misjudged the importance of the mistake he made. If he had known that prioritizing was wrong, he would never consider the current call as important.
Somewhere in Yanjing, a ruddy old man saw the incoming call display, smiled, and happily picked up the phone. From the other end came a slightly hurried voice: "Master, it's me, Xiao Lin!"
"You brat finally remembered to call back?" The old man said, teasingly. The youngster has been away for almost a week now, calling only now made the old man unhappy, and moreover, this call was not the usual greeting which didn't please the old man.
