She was also holding a cup of tea, but she did not drink it. She frowned and shook her head. "No."
"He hasn't contacted me since he arrived at the Independent Continent. Usually, it's Gu San who contacts me. But he hasn't called me today. He's probably busy with something."
Ye Lan raised her chin again and said calmly, "I'll see if he'll call me later. If he doesn't call me today, I'll call him tomorrow and ask."
"Yeah."
Old Master Ye took a sip of tea and placed the teacup on the table. His eyelids were drooping and he was not in a good mood. It was obvious that he was worried about Ye Wangchuan's safety in the Independent Continent.
Ye Lan was a little helpless. "Dad, don't worry too much. Wangchuan is already an adult and will take good care of himself. It's useless for you to worry. Why don't you relax and take care of your body? That's the most important thing."
At this moment, the old butler came over to serve the cut fruits. When he heard this, he put down the tray and persuaded, "That's right. Eldest Miss is right. You haven't eaten well these few days. Every time you eat a few mouthfuls, you put down your chopsticks and refuse to eat more. If this continues, your body will collapse before the Young Master comes back." "Dad, you..." Ye Lan had a headache when she heard this.
She rubbed her temples and looked at him. She wanted to say something but hesitated. It was not appropriate to criticize her father.
Ye Maoshan was a senior.
Not many people in Beijing could preach to him.
As his child, it was even more difficult for Ye Lan to say anything.
Elder Ye, on the other hand, lost his temper at her expression. He frowned and stood up in frustration. He took two steps forward before saying, "I'm just worried...
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