Fu Youhan finally answered the call, "Wangning, what's the matter?"
In the past, the man's magnetic voice, resonant as a rock collision, now struck Jiang Moxi as particularly grating.
Jiang Moxi gave Fu Youhan a cold glance.
He was still looking at the report in his hand, his entire demeanor cold and arrogant, exuding an air of aloofness that seemed untouchable...
Jiang Moxi initially took a step forward, but suddenly withdrew it, then turned around and entered the bedroom.
Hearing the sound of Jiang Moxi's bedroom door closing, Fu Youhan's lips suddenly curled into a self-deprecating smile.
Meanwhile, Fu Wangning was saying, "Brother Han, I've sorted out the recovery data for the patients who underwent the treatment study, will you come back and take a look?"
"Mhm." Fu Youhan hung up the phone and then took his coat and left the house.
It wasn't until his car was on the highway that Fu Youhan realized how ridiculous his actions had been.
