Cole Sutton had long been prepared to be cursed out by the old man till his head was washed in dog blood. He looked at the old man, whose face was flushed red with anger, neck veins bulging, tiger eyes opened wide, and listened in silence.
After a long moment, Cole noticed the phone clutched in his hand light up. He lowered his head, and a dazzling light instantly burst from those shrewd eyes of his. In an extremely excited tone he said to Old Master Grant, "Old Master, good news! The Young Master just sent word—he has successfully rescued the Young Madam! They're on their way back to the siheyuan right now!"
"Rescued? She's really been rescued? How is Lily? Is she hurt anywhere?" Old Master Grant waved both hands in agitation, one question after another spilling out of his mouth.
