Young Master Huo's breath turned icy as his voice dropped like shards of ice on the ground, "Ungrateful!"
He threw down those words, cutting off the call and slamming Uncle Fu's phone in anger. Uncle Fu's heart was in turmoil, and he only dared to retrieve his old phone after Huo Shaoyan had walked far away.
Fortunately, the phone was sturdy, only the screen was cracked, but it wasn't broken. After picking up his phone, Uncle Fu hesitated for a long time but still went ahead to give some food to An Ge.
For the next ten days or so, An Ge's three meals a day were provided by Uncle Fu. During those days, aside from interacting with Uncle Fu, she had no further contact with Huo Shaoyan or anyone from his circle. Even the An Baoying family, who always caused her trouble, hadn't come to find her.