Yao Qing grew calmer while Yu Yanshen found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions; he stooped before her, kissing the back of her hand.
"Qingqing, don't break up. Don't think about breaking up, okay?"
Yao Qing withdrew her hand, and Yu Yanshen's movements and expression both stiffened.
He gazed silently at the woman before him, feeling as if he could no longer see through what she was thinking.
Yu Yanshen stood up, grabbed his phone from the bed, and dialed a few digits with one hand.
The call went through; he put it on speaker.
Soon, Fu Moyi's voice came from the other end.
Yu Yanshen didn't give him a chance to speak, his voice low and tinged with an unquestionable chill.
"Explain the whole process of why Tang Yi came to the company, and if you can't make it clear, the Fu Family might as well forget about surviving."
