Mrs. Shi glanced at the servant and then raised her hand. The servant respectfully handed the phone to Mrs. Shi, who brought it to her ear and calmly began to speak, "Yun Shu."
"Madam, good morning," came Ling Yunshu's voice, habitually graceful and calm, courteous and gentle—as always, exceedingly pleasant to the ear.
Mrs. Shi had always liked Ling Yunshu and naturally responded with a small smile, "Good."
The reason for Ling Yunshu's call wasn't anything special. For the past three years, she had made it a point to call Mrs. Shi every fortnight to extend her warm regards, her conversation always proper. After exchanging pleasantries, she would hang up without further ado.
It was the same today. She briefly inquired after Mrs. Shi's health, urged her to take care of herself, and was about to hang up. However, just as she and Mrs. Shi were saying goodbye, Mrs. Shi stopped her.
"Yun Shu, wait a moment."
