The wind outside kept getting stronger, and despite the soundproof windows, some whining sounds could still be heard. These sounds made one's heart inexplicably ache.
Xu Chaomu put down the book and called Shen Chi.
However, after one full ring, no one picked up.
Xu Chaomu sighed and had no choice but to turn off the light and lie down to sleep.
By the time Shen Chi returned, it was already past four in the morning. The sky was pitch black with not a hint of light, as the moon had long hidden behind the clouds.
The wind was still blowing fiercely. As Shen Chi got out of the car, he squinted his eyes against the cold breeze, wearing his black suit, but it was inevitably chilly.
The cold wind swept over his cheeks, causing his eyes to narrow and bringing him to a slightly more sober state.
"Mr. Shen, are you all right?" It was Old Cheng who had driven Shen Chi home.
