Su Lingzhi hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Tomorrow."
"What time tomorrow?"
"Evening."
"What time in the evening?" Fu Yinli asked again, his voice deep and slightly hoarse.
Su Lingzhi couldn't help but tighten her grip on her phone and softly replied, "Before midnight."
Before midnight...
It sounded like she was being perfunctory.
Fu Yinli let out a cold laugh, his voice slightly cool, "Might as well not have said anything."
He was met with a long silence.
Soon after, the call was disconnected from the other end.
Fu Yinli frowned, staring at the phone screen that had gone black. His dark eyes were so intense they seemed even darker than the night outside.
She cared less and less about him...
Far away at Shangyu Hotel, someone was still talking when she gradually realized something was off.
She put down her phone to see that it had shut off due to a dead battery.
...
The next afternoon, at Fu Group.
