Taking out his phone, he realized his silenced phone had quite a few missed calls.
Calls from the Main Building, calls from his mother, and calls from the villa.
His brow furrowed, a sense of foreboding rising from the bottom of his heart.
It was too late to call Mrs. Song, so he called the Main Building, "What happened?"
"Young master, the young mistress didn't have dinner tonight, she just left with the little master and went home."
Just for this matter?
"Is there anything else?"
The servant cautiously considered, "The young mistress seemed to be in a very bad mood."
"I understand."
He hung up the phone and immediately called the villa back.
The night servant answered, "Sir, it's not good!"
"What's wrong?" Grabbing the jacket hanging on the back of the chair, Song Yunchi strode out of the office.
