Sheng Shaochen furrowed his brow and lifted his hand to check his watch; it had been exactly twenty minutes since he had given Ye Shu the address.
Sheng Shaochen's face turned grim as he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window again to dial Ye Shu's cell phone.
To his surprise, the phone indicated that it had been turned off.
A deep frown formed between Sheng Shaochen's eyebrows.
What games was this little woman playing?
"Waiting for someone?" An Zhe ventured to ask.
Sheng Shaochen put away his phone, "Let's go!"
His tone was distinctly displeased, a low pressure enveloping him.
Though An Zhe couldn't quite read Sheng Shaochen, he was familiar with his temperament; it must be no small matter or person that could depress his mood so significantly.
He still remembered, the first time Sheng Shaochen picked up the phone, a woman's voice could faintly be heard on the other end, but it was not one he recognized.