The sparse starlight scattered in the night sky, a cool breeze swept by, rustling the muslin curtain by the window, creating subtle ripples.
On the bed, a woman was reading. The soft glow of the lamp fell on her face, softening her cool profile.
The vibration of the cell phone with a "buzz buzz" sound disrupted the tranquillity somewhat.
Jian Qing put down her book, picked up her cell phone, and answered the call without looking.
"Who is it?"
"Madam, we have saved him." Yi Kai's distinctive voice came from the other end of the phone. "He was stabbed three times and was thrown into the river with the car. We have brought him back. Fu Heng is performing surgery on him."
Jian Qing's eyebrows twitched. It seemed that Chu Ruohan could be quite cruel.
"I see. Tell Fu Heng to save his life."
"Yes."
After hanging up the call, as soon as Jian Qing put down the phone, a man walked in.
"Finished with work?"
"Yes."
