Fu Shinian remained silent for a few seconds before turning his chair to look at Song Yi, his eyebrows and eyes full of incredulity, causing him to doubt the news Song Yi brought:
"Are you sure?"
"The people with your wife have just sent word that she has boarded the plane."
Fu Shinian stood up and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. With half a month left until the Spring Festival, some were already beginning to celebrate. Fireworks burst forth one after another in the night sky over Shen City, and Fu Shinian watched quietly:
"What is she doing in Portugal?"
