It was a long night for Fu Hanzheng.
He sat alone in Jinxiu Compound until Fu Shiqin called and asked him to come to the company for a meeting.
He snapped out of his complicated thoughts, washed his face, and hurried to the office.
The moment he stepped into the office, Fu Shiqin delivered the documents for the meeting.
He looked at the obvious dark circles under his brother's eyes and his slightly haggard expression and said with concern, "Brother, although it's understandable that this is a new marriage, it's better to control yourself, so you don't hurt your health…"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Hanzheng threw a cold look at him.
"One more word and I'll seal your mouth with duct tape today."
Fu Shiqin covered his mouth and said nothing more.
But what did he say that was wrong? His face clearly said: I'm weak.
He had kindly reminded him, yet he did not appreciate it.