"Commander," Randall approached with a brisk, resonating step, saluting.
Fu Xing nodded almost imperceptibly and ordered Ji Mian, "Once Lin Fu comes out of the emergency capsule, send her to my room, and keep this matter confidential, understood?"
"Yes."
"Let's go."
Fu Xing then left with Randall. Along the way, Randall sensed something must have gone wrong; the air pressure around the Commander was too low, suffocatingly so.
Could it be Lady Lin Fu didn't make it?
That shouldn't be!
When the Commander had arrived, even though Lady Lin Fu's breathing was weak, as long as Ji Mian was there, she could definitely be saved.
The two arrived at Fu Xing's office, where Monger had already been waiting outside and pushed the door open from a distance.
"Monger, go ahead with your tasks."
"Yes!"
After Monger left, Fu Xing walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Commander, let me." Randall came forward eagerly.
