The following morning dawned quietly.
As the sky was just beginning to lighten and the sound of birds chirping drifted in from outside, Wang Ruyi, who had just fallen asleep not long ago, also woke up.
After getting washed and dressed, she was about to have breakfast when she saw An Yusheng sitting on the living room sofa with a gloomy face.
At that moment, An Yusheng was sitting in silence, appearing somewhat restrained and uneasy. The tension and darkness on his face were enough to indicate that his mood was very bad.
Having stayed up all night, An Yusheng also looked somewhat tired.
"What's wrong? Is there still no news from the Fan Family? Is Fan Mu still refusing to answer the phone? Can't find anyone?"
Wang Ruyi poured him a glass of water and asked.
