"Haven’t you and Hong Yi t more often than I have recently? Why ask ?" Jun Moyan replied.
"I’ll go find her myself." Bai Tang shot Jun Moyan a look and turned to walk out of the villa.
Old Ming didn’t stop him, after all, Bai Tang’s marriage was a big deal. Old Bai had been waiting eagerly, and now that his son was finally showing interest in Hong Yi, there was no way he would intervene.
Bai Tang searched everywhere, scouring the entire Wu Garden, running and searching for more than half an hour. In the end, finding nothing, he returned to ask Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan was currently at the dining table, eating lunch with the little one and Old Ming.
Bai Tang walked in and asked, "Did you send her on so dangerous task again?"
Jun Moyan didn’t even look up, simply saying, "My phone is on the sofa in the lobby, go get it for ."
"Can’t you get it yourself?" Bai Tang retorted without thinking.
Jun Moyan glanced up at him, a look in his eyes that seed to say: it’s up to you.
After hesitating for two seconds, Bai Tang imdiately turned around and ran to the lobby to bring Jun Moyan’s phone.
Jun Moyan took the phone, unlocked it, opened the contact list, found Hong Yi’s number, and placed it on the table.
Seeing this, Bai Tang imdiately picked up the phone with a smile and dialed the number.
After only two rings, the other side answered almost instantly, which made Bai Tang, who had often been hung up on or ignored or blocked, feel quite jealous.
"Third Young Master."
Hong Yi’s voice ca through, full of respect for Jun Moyan, completely different from her confrontational tone with him.
"It’s ," Bai Tang said sulkily.
On the other side, Hong Yi frowned slightly, then moved the phone away from her ear to check the caller ID, confirming it was indeed the Third Young Master’s phone.
The next mont, Hong Yi hung up.
This was probably Hong Yi’s first ti hanging up on Jun Moyan.
The busy tone rang in Bai Tang’s ears, and he incredulously moved the phone away.
Hung up again.
Bai Tang dialed back again, this ti the other side delayed two seconds before answering, but the speed was still a thousand tis better than how she treated him.
"Third Young Master?" Hong Yi sounded uncertain this ti.
"It’s still !" Bai Tang, quite emotional, snapped again.
The next mont.
"Beep beep beep..."
Hung up again!
Bai Tang was so angry he wanted to smash the phone.
"Hey," Jun Moyan opened his mouth just then, putting down his chopsticks and reaching out to Bai Tang.
Bai Tang didn’t give it to him but instead threatened him with the phone.
"Where is Hong Yi?"
"Hand it over," Jun Moyan continued reaching.
"Atang," Old Ming spoke then.
Bai Tang had no choice and handed the phone back to Jun Moyan.
"Sit down, eat," Old Ming continued.
Bai Tang glanced at the little one in Jun Moyan’s arms, said nothing, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
After lunch, Old Ming didn’t stay long and prepared to return to Holy City.
Not finding Hong Yi made Bai Tang quite upset; the sneaky excitent he had when he arrived was completely gone.
Just as he thought he would return empty-handed, Jun Moyan unexpectedly said before he left, "She’s in Holy City, but I don’t know exactly where."
Bai Tang’s eyes imdiately lit up.
Since the little one arrived, Wu Garden had never been peaceful, with the Shangguan family visiting frequently, as well as Jun Wuchen and Gu Li. Just after sending Bai Tang and the others off for a few days, another distant guest arrived.
The guard knocked on Jun Moyan’s door—
"Third Young Master, a man nad Ais says he’s here to bring you a congratulatory gift, claiming he’s from Holy City."
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