Gu Shimo would not let the matter of the killer deliberately bumping into someone go.
He couldn't let Wanwan fall into danger again.
The gentleness in her eyes receded and was replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.
He got up, took his phone, and walked to the balcony.
She closed the door carefully.
He wanted to prevent his voice from affecting Ye Qingwan.
Standing on the balcony, he dialed Fu Yushen's number.
"Hello,"
On the other end of the phone.
Fu Yushen's voice sounded lazy and sleepy. It was obvious that he had been disturbed from his good dream.
"President Gu, why are you calling me so late at night?"
Gu Shimo went straight to the point.
"This evening, an assassin disguised as a driver tried to assassinate Wanwan."
"Is she alright?"
The drowsiness in Fu Yushen's voice faded away and returned to normal.
Gu Shimo's voice was low." Wanwan is fine."
"That's good."
Fu Yushen heaved a sigh of relief.