In the hospital room, Fu Shiyan's laughter was particularly... chilling.
Ming Qi didn't dare to take a breath.
He wondered if his boss was experiencing a "last burst of energy before death".
That's right.
He would change in a while.
All that was seen was an illusion.
The sound of the phone rang suddenly.
Fu Shiyan glanced at the caller ID.
Ming Qi watched as the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile so wide it seemed it couldn't be suppressed even by AK-4.
"Zhihan," Fu Shiyan's voice was light.
Ji Zhihan could even sense his happiness through the phone.
"Cousin, you're in a good mood?" Ji Zhihan asked.
Fu Shiyan didn't respond.
It was joy that naturally radiated, completely impossible to disguise.
Ming Qi couldn't bear to look straight at him.
This wasn't his boss as he knew him.
Someone must have possessed him.
"Did the foreign agency reply?"
