1569, Young Master Yu, calm down!
Yu Lingqian stared coldly at the flickering number on the screen with icy eyes.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he pressed the answer button.
"If I'm not mistaken, the one answering now should be Young Master Yu, right?"
An unfamiliar male voice came through, sounding relaxed with a hint of mockery.
"What do you want?"
Yu Lingqian's voice was very cold and hard, suppressing deep displeasure.
"Young Master Yu, don't be so angry. We're just stepping in to help out when we saw two kids being kidnapped, that's all."
"Tch!"
A contemptuous sneer escaped Yu Lingqian's cold, thin lips.
If they were truly intervening on the basis of justice, they wouldn't have dressed two fingers as children's fingers and sent them to Beiyujing Villa.
Their purpose was clearly to mislead him.
"Seems like Young Master Yu doesn't quite believe what I'm saying?"
"Cut the crap and tell me what you really want to do."
