A whole day passed just like that. By evening, Yang Xiao was leisurely enjoying tea in his room when he heard footsteps outside.
Soon, there was a knock on the door. After opening it, Mu Yunshu handed over a cellphone. "Nalan Shuo from Rongcheng is looking for you. It seems like something urgent."
Nalan Shuo knew Yang Xiao was serving as an envoy to Japan. Reaching out at this critical moment must mean something urgent. Yang Xiao didn't dare delay and immediately picked up the phone to call back, while Mu Yunshu left, giving Yang Xiao enough private space.
The call connected quickly, and a tentative voice called out, "Little Yang?"
"Director Nalan, it's me. What's happened?" Yang Xiao asked anxiously.
