Fu Shinian heard the sound and looked up, his gaze towards Song Yi was so indifferent that it lacked any trace of emotion, yet it was this very look that made Song Yi too afraid to let out a breath, let alone utter a single word, for fear that Fu Shinian might throw him down from this towering skyscraper of over thirty stories after hearing what he had to say.
Time seemed to freeze, but it ultimately did not.
After several minutes of silence, Fu Shinian stood up from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked down at the bustling city, before lighting a cigarette. No one knew what he was thinking, but amidst the swirling smoke, Song Yi heard him speak,
"Who was it?"
