Rolling the parchment document back up and putting it away, Zhou Quan took out his mobile phone and dialed his uncle Lee Man-bun's number.
Within seconds, Lee Man-bun's deep, resonant voice came through the phone.
"Chun, what is it at this hour? Have you run into trouble?"
Lee Man-bun and Wong Bing Yiu had long since figured out their nephew's temperament.
Ordinarily, he rarely took the initiative to call the elders in the family.
It was almost ten at night now. Their nephew would never call unless something important had happened.
Zhou Quan caught the teasing in his uncle's tone. Normally, he would certainly have offered a few words in his own defense.
But now, Zhou Quan had something more important to deal with and was in no mood for that.
"Uncle, if I come home now, will I disturb Grandpa's rest?"
Zhou Quan's tone was somewhat grave as he asked.
"Your grandfather is getting old and doesn't sleep much. It isn't his bedtime yet."
Lee Man-bun's voice immediately grew more serious. "Come home," he said slowly.
Zhou Quan had not spelled anything out, but Lee Man-bun had clearly understood what he was implying.
There must be something important that was not suitable for discussing over the phone.
"All right, I'll come home right away!"
No longer worrying about whether he was being rude, Zhou Quan hung up and called his maternal uncle, Wong Bing Yiu.
"Uncle, I'm picking you up to go to Number Seven, Tai Ping Shan. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Zhou Quan did not say much else to Wong Bing Yiu over the phone.
But the street number of Lee Garden alone was enough for Wong Bing Yiu to know that Zhou Quan must have something extremely important to discuss.
When Zhou Quan arrived downstairs