The car drove away from the airport. Snow weighed heavily on branches of the pine trees along the road. The branches occasionally rustled, and the snow fell to the ground before soon melting without a trace.
Fu Chen glanced at Fu Zhongli's phone. It had already vibrated a few times. The caller ID was [Sun Gongda]. "You're not answering?"
"I don't want to." Fu Zhongli pinched the space between his eyebrows.
"The Sun family is staying at your place now. You'll still have to meet them when you go back." Fu Chen's fingertips were holding the Buddhist prayer bead bracelet. "When Sun Rui got into trouble, didn't the Sun family look for you?"
"They have the cheek to look for me?" Fu Zhongli reached out to take off his glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and casually brushed away the white mist on it.
