At this moment, it was 2 a.m. in Hua Country, and Yu Fusheng was abruptly awakened by the urgent ringtone of his phone.
He turned over, sat up, put on his glasses from the nightstand, and picked up the phone to take a look.
Seeing it was Yu Fuce's number, his brows furrowed instantly.
His younger brother had feared him since childhood; unless something happened, he would never reach out to him actively.
This late hour… A sudden sense of foreboding crept into Yu Fusheng's heart.
Wei Zhuhua rubbed her eyes and sat up: "What's going on?"
Yu Fusheng threw off the blanket and got out of bed, his tone coldly restrained: "Work matters. Go back to sleep."
With those words, he left the bedroom and headed to the adjacent study.
Wei Zhuhua forced a bitter smile. After years of marriage, how could she not understand Yu Fusheng? The nervousness in his expression when he saw the phone earlier was not something he could conceal.
At this hour, it was inevitable to let one's thoughts wander.
