Upon hearing the sweet call of a woman from the phone, Ye Que curled his lips into a smile and continued to speak into the phone, "You still remember to call me? Where have you been all these years? Don't you know the family would be worried?"
The person on the other end of the line immediately replied, "Brother Ye Que, don't wrong me, okay? It was you who entrusted me to the Tang Family. I've been very obedient, always staying by the Young Master of the Tang Family's side."
"When are you coming back?" Ye Que asked directly.
It had been five or six years, and the little girl should be twenty-one by now, right?
She must be a tall and graceful young woman by now.
"Brother Ye Que, you have to prepare a dowry for me," said the voice on the other end of the phone, still playful and clear.
Upon hearing the words "dowry," something flashed through Ye Que's mind, and he asked seriously, "Who are you marrying?"