Seeing this, the subordinate showed a look of helplessness and had to speak truthfully.
"It's the young master, he's clamoring to hear your voice, and the butler has no other way out."
When Yancy Shaw heard his subordinate mention his son, the expression on his face changed slightly.
After a moment's pause, he still reached out and took the phone.
"Hello." He said.
"Dad, you finally answered the phone!" Hearing his voice, the child's voice on the other end of the line was full of joy.
Hearing his son's happy voice, Yancy Shaw's expression became serious, and his tone was hardly gentle as he spoke.
"Do you need something?"
"Dad, you haven't come back to see me for a long time. I asked the butler to take me to find you, but he refused." On the phone, came the soft, tender voice of a little chubby child.
Listening to the voice on the other end, Yancy Shaw's complexion paled slightly.
For this child, he felt a sense of guilt in his heart.
