"You're coming back tomorrow?" Ye Maoshan was in disbelief. "Since you've already arranged a plane, why didn't you give us a heads-up? Do you know that Jingxing is so anxious that he's been looking for me for the past few days? He just came to our house to get me to call you."
Only then did he remember. "By the way," he said doubtfully, "do you not answer people's calls?"
"My cell phone is out of battery."
What a convenient reason.
"Like he—" Ye Maoshan almost broke his defense. At least he remembered to be careful not to scold him. Instead, he asked angrily, "Did you have a conflict with Jingxing? You grew up together. Why are you angry with him?"
Ye Wangchuan had always been favored by the heavens and had status and brains.
Such a person was destined to be proud. In fact, not many people in the huge Beijing circle could enter his social circle.
Bo Jingxing was one of them.
The two of them had grown up together and had fought in the same courtyard.
