Ever since that meeting with Jianghai's people at the hospital, Fang Pei had been constantly anxious and restless.
He didn't want to believe it, but a sense of foreboding was growing stronger inside him, especially as night fell, to the point where he couldn't even eat.
"I've finished eating, I'm going upstairs first!"
Fang Pei put down his chopsticks and headed upstairs alone.
Despite Fang Pei's efforts to conceal his emotions, he still couldn't fool his wife and children.
"You eat first, I'll go keep him company," said Huang Ya, his first wife, who was nearly forty but still charming and dignified.
Huang Ya took some of Fang Pei's favorite dishes and brought them upstairs.
The door to the room wasn't closed, but Huang Ya still knocked gently three times.
Fang Pei, seeing it was his first wife, said, "Come in!"
At times like this, Fang Pei also needed someone to talk to, to relieve some of the pressure in his heart.
