After dinner, Cheng Bin received a call and hurriedly left.
Shu Ya also felt sorry for her husband and couldn't help but think, should she call the uncles in the company to ask them to support him a bit, at least to make Cheng Bin less tired?
While thinking about this, she held her phone and walked to the window, where the glass reflected her haggard and pale face. Her cheeks, once somewhat plump, had hollowed out, her well-maintained appearance had aged rapidly in a short time.
Perhaps, she should make an appointment with her skin care specialist.
Shu Ya thought about various things messily while fiddling with her phone absentmindedly.
She hadn't finished dialing the phone number when her peripheral vision suddenly caught something, and her fingers stilled.
The phone dropped to the ground with a "thud."
Shu Ya didn't care that the expensive phone's screen had shattered; she stared fixedly at the reflection in the glass window.