After speaking, Fu Yanhe didn't hesitate to hang up the phone, turned off his phone, and tossed it onto the bedside table.
The gatekeeper nervously held the phone and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat that seeped out on his forehead.
Mr. Fu's presence was too overpowering.
Even through the phone, he could feel that oppressive aura.
Standing outside the security booth, Fu Yu still had her arms folded across her chest, speaking firmly, "How about it? My second brother let me in, right?"
She had just left the hospital after getting bandaged up and came up with an idea of playing the victim in front of Fu Yanhe.
However, she had finally found Fu Yanhe's current residence but was stopped by the security guard, who said she couldn't enter without the owner's permission.
Having no other choice, she had to ask the security guard to call the owner.
She didn't believe that Fu Yanhe could really be so heartless that he wouldn't let her in when his own sister was at the door.
