The week that followed was the longest week of Pu Yu's life.
Every day, she waited in the hotel. Even the slightest vibration from her phone sent a cold sweat breaking out over her, terrified that she would see bad news.
Until the evening of the seventh day.
Her phone screen suddenly lit up, displaying an incoming voice call.
It was Yuan Su.
Pu Yu took a deep breath and answered.
"Hello?"
"Have you eaten?" Yuan Su's voice came through the receiver, with a faint rasp that was almost imperceptible. The background was rather noisy; he seemed to be at the factory.
"Yes." Pu Yu curled up on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of a cushion. "What about you? Were you busy today?"
"Not too bad." Yuan Su paused, then asked gently, "How did Grandma's follow-up go? The results should have come out today, right?"
Pu Yu's heart skipped a beat.
She had been wound so tightly these past few days, thinking only about how to deal with Boss Zhao, that she had forgotten to invent the details of the follow-up.
"Ah... pretty well." Her reply was flustered, her gaze wandering. "The doctor said... said the bone was healing well. She just needs more rest. Nothing serious."
An eerie silence fell over the other end of the call.
Even from more than a thousand kilometers away, Pu Yu could feel the pressure coming from him. Yuan Su knew her too well-every pause when she spoke, every rise in her voice. Her "pretty well" had sounded far too hollow.
"Yu."
Yuan Su's voice lowered. "Hang up the voice call."
"Huh? What for?" Pu Yu forced herself to sound calm.
"Answer the video call."
Beep-
The voice call was cut off.
A second later, the ringtone for a