"Old man, what did you call me about?" Ye Long asked in a cold tone.
"Mad, you little bastard, why didn't you pick up my calls?" the old master snapped angrily.
"If there's something, just say it. I'm busy here." Ye Long replied carelessly.
After all, Ye Long and the old master had long been used to talking like this; it was perfectly normal.
If they didn't talk this way, they wouldn't feel like master and disciple at all.
"Brat, I'm telling you, you've made a big mess this time." The old master said coldly.
"What big mess?" Ye Long jolted a bit and asked.
Ye Long originally thought the old master was going to bring up Mei's matter, but it turned out not to be that, and judging from his tone, it really seemed serious.
Because whether the old master was joking or just trying to scare him, Ye Long could tell the difference.
After all these years, Ye Long knew his master's temper and personality very well.
"What do you think?" the old master said in a deep voice.
