The bodyguard's phone rang, and he glanced at the incoming call, respectfully asking, "Sir, it's the madam's call."
Fu Xingzhou was about to take it when the door was hurriedly pushed open, "Mr. Fu, the old master's condition has suddenly worsened; we are currently attempting resuscitation."
The phone was still ringing, the familiar number flashing incessantly in front of his eyes.
On one side was the piercing ringtone, on the other, the doctor's hurried breathing.
Fu Xingzhou gestured to the bodyguard, "Just say I'm busy, and whatever she needs, you go handle it."
The bodyguard agreed and, after Fu Xingzhou left, answered the call.
"Madam, the sir is currently tied up with urgent matters. If you need anything, you can tell me," said the bodyguard with great respect.
Ye Yan was too anxious to notice that Fu Xingzhou was letting the bodyguard answer her calls more and more often.
In the past, he would definitely take her calls and video calls himself.
