Aqiao said, "Madam, perhaps Master had something urgent come up. Maybe he'll return once the eldest miss and the others are back."
"Hmph."
Mo Yu sneered coldly, "He hasn't called me at all today. If he had something that kept him from coming back, at the very least he should have given me a reason."
"It's already past one o'clock, and not a single message from him. How do you expect me to tolerate this?"
Aqiao was at a loss for words.
The more Mo Yu thought about it, the angrier she became. She stretched out her hand to pick up her cell phone and dialed that familiar number by heart.
After the phone had rung for a while, just as she was about to hang up, someone finally answered.
Anger surged, but she restrained her temper, "Mo Yuan, where are you?"
On the other end of the line, Mo Yuan had just finished treating the wound on his arm, his tone neither cold nor warm, "Country Y."
He was still in Country Y?
