"Tang Xi, are you talking in your sleep?" The man's fingers paused on the keyboard, his gaze darkening as he picked up the phone; something was off with this woman.
She should be asleep by now.
Thinking I'm some delivery guy?
How could that be!
Wasn't she going to block my number and never see me again?
"I... I seem..." The woman's voice was gentle but broken and intermittent.
"I'm not talking in my sleep..."
Fu Tingzhou leaned back in his executive chair, turned around, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window behind him. It was 11 PM, with the night sky of the Northern Island.
"Tang Xi, do you know who you're calling?"
"Delivery guy..."
"I'm not a delivery guy. Tang Xi, look carefully at who you're calling!" The man growled softly.
There was no sound on the other end, only the woman's breathing could be heard.
Fu Tingzhou felt his irritation dissipate as if hitting a puff of cotton...
