He stubbed out his cigarette, didn't hail a driver, but instead took the car keys and went to the garage, driving away from the old house.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,He scrolled through his phone, locating Fu Yan's number. He wanted to call and ask her what was wrong. Knowing Fu Yan as he did, she wouldn't easily move in with Huo Mingzheng. She appeared gentle and easy to handle, but deep down, she was very stubborn.。