She closed her eyes, hoping not to have to open the Silk Pouch, which had already inspired wisdom in her mind. Before, she had done this many times with considerable success. However, this time was destined to be different from the past. Soon, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Her breathing gradually became more rapid, and an unusual flush appeared on her face. Leaving the drawer open, she grabbed the phone on the desk and rapidly dialed the number.
After several rings, the call connected to Butler Gu, who was sitting in Manman's house.
"You take it." When Butler Gu hesitated, Jun Ye extended a finger in a lazy gesture as if to nonchalantly point him towards his pocket.
