Song Yi was genuinely concerned that their boss couldn't handle the strain on his body, especially since he had recently started to accept all social engagements and no longer needed Song Yi to fend off the drinks on his behalf. Song Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly, praying for these days to pass quickly.
Standing in front of the office desk, Song Yi spoke softly:
"Mr. Fu."
Fu Shinian responded lightly, "What is it?"
"About the matter you asked me to investigate, I've found some information."
Fu Shinian's rapid writing came to an abrupt halt without warning. He always had an excellent memory. Although there were numerous things he had asked Song Yi to look into over the past few days—all of which had been resolved—there was one issue Song Yi had not yet reported back on. He hadn't pressed for an update, not because he didn't want to, but because he was restraining himself.
Hearing Song Yi say this, he fell silent for a few seconds:
"Go on."
