But at this moment, his phone suddenly rang.
Ye Hao raised the phone in his hand, then answered the call.
Once the call connected, a sincere voice came from the other end, "May I ask if this is Master Ye Hao?"
"What master?" Ye Hao asked, puzzled.
"Are you Ye Hao?" The person on the other end spoke cautiously, as if afraid of offending Ye Hao, speaking with great care and caution.
"It's me," Ye Hao replied.
"Ah! So you really are the master, I thought it would take a long time to find you. I didn't expect to find you with a single phone call. I was worried I'd have to travel all over the country to find you. If that were the case, I..." The sincere voice on the other end was like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.
"Get to the point," Ye Hao frowned, wondering who this person was! If it weren't for the person's respectful tone, Ye Hao would have hung up long ago.
"Master, I want to meet you, where are you?"
"Who are you?" Ye Hao asked.
