Fu Shiyan returned at night.
By the time he hurried back, it was already three in the morning.
This trip, once again, yielded nothing.
Fu Shiyan was beginning to doubt whether there was any method in this world to repair the soul.
He frowned unhappily, but when he reached the bedroom door, his face relaxed and he pushed it open with a slight smile.
However, as soon as the door opened, the smile on Fu Shiyan's face froze.
Replaced by a rare sight of panic.
He quickly walked inside, only to find the bedroom empty.
At this hour, Jiangli should have been resting.
But the bed was empty.
Fu Shiyan's face darkened, just as he was about to turn around, a rustling sound suddenly came from behind.
When he turned his head, someone lunged at him, crashing into his arms.
He looked down to meet Jiangli's smiling eyes.
"President Fu, you're finally back?"
Fu Shiyan looked at Jiangli in astonishment.
At this moment, Jiangli seemed to have completely recovered, smiling brightly.
