Duan Jianchuan looked at Fu Shiyan with a headache as he casually threw out one giant special effect after another, spending money without even batting an eyelash.
He suddenly remembered something Fu Shiyan had said in the car: She didn't sleep well last night.
—So, is Third Brother trying to coddle his wife?
Duan Jianchuan started to doubt life itself.
Seeing Fu Shiyan's display of wealth, Duan Jianchuan rubbed his forehead. Although he didn't really want to interrupt Fu Shiyan, he still mustered the courage to speak up, "Third Brother, we haven't been able to reach Qing Yue."
Fu Shiyan paused from clicking on special effects, "Can't reach him?"
Duan Jianchuan nodded, "Right, his phone goes unanswered."
People from the Unusual Affairs Management Office going out on tasks would typically keep their phones off, neither answering calls nor replying to messages.
But this had gone on for too long.
He knew about Qing Yue's identity, which was far from ordinary.