Yan Qi left, and the stairwell quieted down.
Yan Huaizheng stood in place, hesitated for a moment, and at last still pulled out his phone, expertly dialing a number.
Due to his previous profession, he had memorized all the numbers in his head.
Underneath a line of numbers on the screen, the characters for "Lingzhou" were displayed.
"Hello, this is Yan Mansion."
"Fen Ge, it's me."
The man on the other end seemed surprised, and after two seconds, his voice rang out again, "Young Master Six, have you returned from your rural inspection? Was it successful?"
"Um, Fen Ge, I need to speak with the old master," Yan Huaizheng requested.
Fen Ge on the other end responded affirmatively, and after some rustling noises, the handset was passed to Old Master Yan.
Old Master Yan, with a voice as grand as a bell, was bound to be sarcastic and mocking upon receiving a call from his "undutiful son":
