Tianquan Royal Court.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, since it was Sunday, Su Wanwan was still lazing in bed, sleeping in until she was suddenly awakened by the ringing of a phone.
With her eyes closed, she stretched out her small hand and fumbled about on the nightstand.
Her hand was quickly grasped by a man's larger one, and then the ringing stopped, followed by Huo Jingshen's voice, still rough with sleep, "Baby, answer the phone."
The cell phone was pressed to accept the call and placed against her ear.
Su Wanwan, half-squinting and half awake, asked, "Hello, who is it?"
There was a moment of silence on the line.
Under the covers, the man's hand had already skillfully made its way to her waist, pulling his wife's soft body into his embrace.
Then he clearly heard a woman's voice from the phone, "Wanwan, what should I do?"
It seemed that she... was crying a little as well?
Huo Jingshen's eyebrows quickly furrowed.
He had a vaguely bad premonition.
