2663 Xu Yi Speaks for Sister Nian

"Archbishop."

"Archbishop."

The others greeted him respectfully.

The cell phone in his suit pocket vibrated before he entered.

He read the message unhurriedly.

[I hear you're voting?]

As someone from the Privy Council, his personal cell phone number was private. Few people could get it.

The sender's number was from the independent continent. There was no name, just a string of numbers, indicating that it was not a saved contact.

Quentin looked at the random question sent by the other party, and a hint of interest flashed across his eyes. He was not surprised.

He had already found his flesh and blood three months ago and had also sent people to his side. However, his son had a stubborn temper. This was the first time the other party had contacted him in three months.

He lowered his head and calmly typed a message back.

[So what?]

It took a full minute for the other end to reply: [She saved my life.]