During this time, Ye Feng received a phone call. He glanced at Xia Qingqian before answering: "Young Master, Miss Xia is fine, I've found her."
"Bring her back to see me right away," Beitang Yao's deep, urgent voice, tinged with a hint of excitement, came through.
"Young Master, we're already on our way back, we'll be there soon," Ye Feng said into the phone.
After hanging up, Ye Feng looked at Xia Qingqian sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror and said softly, "Miss Xia, it was the Young Master's call. We'll see him soon."
Xia Qingqian was still restless; the thought of soon seeing Beitang Yao filled her heart with joy, an overwhelming sensation that she couldn't withstand, the impact was too immense.
She felt like a discarded toy that, after being thrown away, was back in the owner's arms again; the feeling was complex.
"Oh, oh." She responded faintly and after a long pause, asked, "Housekeeper Ye, I'm sorry for worrying you all."
