After so many days, just when she thought they would never meet again, he appeared.

She tucked her phone onto the table, out of sight, out of mind. She turned to grab a jacket from the rack.

The phone kept ringing incessantly, as if it wouldn't stop unless she answered.

Fu Yan pursed her lips, picked up her phone, and hung up decisively. She then tossed the phone into her bag, grabbed her coat and car keys, and left the company.

As soon as she got into the car, in the confined space, her phone's ringtone rang louder, seeming to stick to her eardrum, urging her to answer incessantly.

Fu Yan frowned, took out her phone, and tapped the answer button.

She waited silently for Huo Mingzheng to speak first.

She was curious to see what other tricks Huo Mingzheng had up his sleeve.

However, it wasn't Huo Mingzheng who spoke.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Miss Yan...Miss Yan?”

The voice was unfamiliar.

Fu Yan frowned, unable to tell who the other person was, "Excuse me, who is this?"

The phone number is indeed Huo Mingzheng's.

Could it be that his phone fell and was picked up by someone?

The possibility is extremely slim.

"I'm the bartender at Night Return Bar. This gentleman is drunk, and I saw his phone screen lit up with your number. I took the liberty of calling you. Would you be able to take this gentleman home? We're worried something might happen."

Fu Yan sneered. The head of the Huo family, running to a bar near South University, an area frequented by college students, and doing so alone.

After drinking too much, he didn't even have anyone to take care of him.

As luck would have it, the phone screen was on and still displaying her number.

Such a routine is simply an insult to one's intelligence.

Does Huo Mingzheng underestimate her so much?

"I'm not comfortable with that."

The other party didn't expect Fu Yan to refuse so decisively, and was momentarily speechless.

"Excuse me, ma'am, we wouldn't dare touch this gentleman's phone contacts. So, do you know his address?"

Home....

He lived in the Hougong Mansion, a renowned residence in Jinling.

Once you provide an address, the other party will know Huo Mingzheng's identity.

She didn't care about the news in the newspaper that Huo Mingzheng got drunk at a small bar late at night. She was only worried that the people at the bar wouldn't keep their mouths shut and leak her name.

...He was tied up with Ho Mingzheng...

Fu Yan opened the car window and took a breath. "Here, I'll tell you a number, you call him."

"Okay, please speak a little faster, sir, his phone's out of battery..."

However, before she could hear what he had to say, the line went dead.

When she called again, the other party was switched off.

Fu Yan was speechless for a moment.

Ho Mingzheng's phone always has at least 30% battery, no matter what. This is his habit.

It wouldn't have died out of battery unless he did it on purpose.

The purpose was to lure her to the bar.

A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, Huo Mingzheng's mind was unfathomable.

She opened her address book and called Qin Heng. The phone connected quickly, but it was a young nurse's voice on the other end.

"Hello, Dr. Qin is currently in surgery. His phone is outside. Is there anything urgent you need me to relay to him later?"

Fu Yan knew that the surgery Qin Heng was performing was most likely a heart surgery. This kind of operation takes a long time.

By the time he emerged from surgery, Huo Mingzheng didn't know where to go.

"It's okay, no trouble."

She called Cao Fang again, but no one answered his phone.

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