My Second Uncle is a Devil

Mrs. You got onto the car and headed toward the Xias' place.

 She stared at the skyscrapers blurring past her through the window, her gaze distant. She did not even hear her phone ringing in her purse. She snapped back to the present when her chauffeur reminded her.

 "Mrs. You, your phone has been ringing for a long time now." The chauffeur was an old employee of the Xias. Now that Xia Rushuang was not that young anymore, he could call her "Miss Xia" as he had done before, and he could definitely not call her 'Elder Miss', so he just dubbed her as 'Mrs. You'.

 Mrs. You was wrenched back to reality. "I'm really getting old," she said, smiling. "I drift off so easily without one night's sleep. Thank you."

 "You've worked hard," the chauffeur remarked.

 Xia Rushuang took her phone out. When she saw that it was You Xi, her expression finally softened slightly.

 "Hello? My son."