"Clang" The color instantly drained from Wen Qiao's face.
The phone slipped from her hand, and she stood there, stunned, unable to speak.
The sound left her mind blank, the fear and trembling she felt when she heard it in the past nearly tore apart all the courage she had recently regained.
"Miss Wen, Miss Wen, what's wrong?" The servant heard the sound and rushed over in a panic.
Young Master Ji had said that Miss Wen mustn't get hurt in any way.
"Whose call was that, Miss Wen?" The servant noticed her unusual expression and the phone on the floor, quickly picking it up. "Was it Young Master Ji?"
"No!" Seeing the servant about to answer the phone, Wen Qiao lunged forward like a madwoman to snatch it back.
"Miss Wen, has something happened?" The servant looked at her, a bit scared.
Miss Wen had never behaved so agitatedly here. The servant had been taking care of her for some time, and she had always been very quiet.
