Fu Minghan's voice only came through after the phone rang several times.
"Hello."
"Where are you?"
Mu Shaochen rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lifting a corner of the curtain to look outside.
There were no stars tonight, and it was very dark outside.
Reflected in his eyes, his eyes also took on a shade of darkness.
Fu Minghan's voice carried a hint of coolness, a touch of indifference, "On the way to Yuncheng City. Aqing slit her wrists and was taken to the hospital; didn't you know?"
"You drove there, didn't take a plane?"
From Ye City to Yuncheng City, there are flights.
If he drove, Fu Minghan might arrive at around five in the morning.
"Flight?"
Fu Minghan laughed softly.
The kind of laugh that didn't reach his eyes, "Mu Shaochen, don't you know that she slit her wrists because of you? She surely hoped I would arrive later than you. You take the flight."
"I don't plan on going."
Mu Shaochen said indifferently.
