"Third Brother..."
When the gentle voice of a young girl sounded over the phone, Fu Mingyu was playing cards in the VIP lounge on the top floor of "Radiant Flow".
The girl's voice was soft and tender, like a feather in the noisy room. Fu Mingyu tossed aside the mahjong tiles in his hand and leaned back into the sofa.
Furrowing his brows, he glanced around, and the room instantly quieted down.
Only then did Fu Mingyu softly ask, "Nuan Nuan, what's up?"
Whatever was said on the other end of the line made Fu Mingyu's expression instantly darken.
"Stay where you are. I'm coming to find you."
Speaking gravely, Fu Mingyu hung up the phone and got ready to leave. Just as he moved, the childhood friend on his right, Xie Han, grabbed him, "Third Young Master, you can't just leave like that. It's rare for the brothers to bring you out for a night, and we've only played a few rounds. Now that a girl is calling, you're just going to dash off and leave the three of us hanging?"
