Shen Yanhe's heart skipped a beat.
She stood up abruptly, "What happened to him?"
Just as Wu Fang was about to speak on the other end of the phone, a burst of noise suddenly came through, followed by his exclamation, "Young Master."
The call was then disconnected.
Shen Yanhe frowned deeply and called Wu Fang again.
But no one answered.
A sense of dread settled in Shen Yanhe's heart, fearing that something really had happened to Fu Yanhe, she quickly ran to the kitchen and briefed Song Shiwei.
"Shiwei, something's happened to Fu Yanhe, I have to go back now, we can eat together another time."
After finishing her words, she walked out.
Song Shiwei's hands were still wet, but upon hearing her words, she quickly shook them dry and ran out, grabbing the car keys from the coffee table to follow.
"Hey, hey, Yanhe, don't panic, I'll drive you there. It's late now, and it's not easy for you to get a taxi here."
