The two were in the middle of a commotion when Yu Hu's phone rang...
He answered the call, frowning slightly.
Then he pointed at the phone, indicating that he needed to step out to take the call.
Gu Xia didn't say anything, turned around, and plopped down on the living room sofa, munching on sunflower seeds and turning on the TV.
Downstairs, inside the Ferrari,
Yu Hu's face was serious...
"Mr. Yu, I wonder if it's convenient for you to come out for a meeting?"
"Today is New Year's Eve, it's really inconvenient. If it's a business matter, I suggest you contact my company directly after the seventh day of the new year." Yu Hu had no intention of meeting.
"What if it's a personal matter?" the caller asked.
"If it's personal, just say it on the phone. I don't think there's any need to meet."
