Fu Ling checked online and saw that everyone was making casual jokes and there was nothing out of hand. He knew that saying anything at this point would make him a target and seem like he was simply trying to cause trouble, so he didn't alert anyone.
Plus, he doubted anyone would believe him anyways.
He put down the phone and went back to bed. The kid had tortured himself by not eating and he developed insomnia so this body was basically a pile of broken bones when Fu Ling passed through.
The next day, he got dressed in a formal outfit and was driven to the company.
When Fu Ling stepped into the lobby, a hush fell. Whispers followed him as he strode to the private elevator.
"Isn't that the young master?"
"He looks thinner…"
"I heard he hasn't shown up since—"
"Shh!"
He ignored them, pressing the button and letting the doors close on their curious stares.
