Molly Yun and Eric Jiang were stunned for a moment.
At this hour, a phone call could only mean something urgent.
Moreover, Mrs. Jiang didn’t call their cell phones, but the landline—clearly, it was something especially important.
Molly Yun and Eric Jiang responded quickly, hurried downstairs, and took the phone from the butler. "Mom? What’s so urgent?"
On the other end, Mrs. Jiang spoke in a heavy tone: "Yihai, I just received news—your mentor, Master Paul Su, passed away at 8:15 just now."
Eric Jiang felt his mind go blank, and the phone slipped from his hand.
Molly Yun hurriedly caught it. "Mom? What happened? Why is Yihai so shocked?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed and said, "Molly, I’m sorry to trouble you again and to separate you two. Yihai has been Master Paul Su’s disciple since childhood, with a formal ceremony and all. The old master just passed away. As his disciple, Yihai must attend the funeral and observe mourning. Molly, I hope you understand."
Molly Yun replied immediately, "Mom, I’ll pack our bags right away. I’ll go with Yihai! If he’s Yihai’s mentor, I should pay my respects too."
Mrs. Jiang was very pleased. "Good child, I’m tied up here, so you two will represent the Jiang family."