"Young Master, why not explain to the Young Madam?" Ignoring the calls like this isn't a solution...
It's obvious that Charlie River is more anxious than the emperor's eunuch, while Thomas Shannon shows not a hint of panic.
To put it more accurately, he's still in the midst of anger.
That gloomy expression on his face made the air pressure in the main hall so low it felt oppressive.
Charlie River lowered his head respectfully, "Young Master, I spoke out of turn."
The caller was not willing to give up, repeatedly dialing, determined to get through until he answered.
Thomas Shannon's thin lips pressed tightly into a line, his cold eyes as if laced with ice, chilling and penetrating, "Answer it."
A concise command, Charlie River understood immediately, "Yes, Young Master."
He picked up the mobile phone, hesitated, and still didn't answer right away, "Young Master, what should I say?"
"Be enthusiastic, polite, and evasive."
