Living on the same floor, Shen Jianian had never set foot in Fu Jichen's bedroom. She stood outside the door with a tray, freeing one hand to knock.
Two soft knocks echoed distinctly in the silent hallway of the deep night.
Retracting her hand, she grasped the end of the tray with both hands, waited silently for a second or two, but no response came from within.
Shen Jianian couldn't help but wonder, was Fu Jichen so drunk that he was unconscious?
It always felt like someone of his distinguished status, with such unfathomable thoughts, wouldn't let himself fall into a passive state at social events. One of Beicheng Fu Family, potentially the future leader of the Junshan Group, who would dare to trouble him?
Shen Jianian knocked again, her knuckles tapping several times on the door panel, accompanied by a tentative call: "Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu?"
There was still no response from inside.
The door was ajar, Shen Jianian took a deep breath and pushed it open.
