On the phone, his weary voice came through: "There's a document left at home, help me go over and take pictures of some data and send it to me."
Right now, he's abroad and truly overwhelmed; he's actually made such a rookie mistake.
Su Wanxin walked out with the phone to his front door, asking him for the door lock's password. Her fingers trembled slightly as she input the code after hearing the answer.
The string of numbers he gave was her birthday.
She entered the house and headed straight to the second floor.
Fu Shihan said the study was the first room on the right at the top of the stairs; she pushed the door open and saw what he needed.
It seemed he left in a hurry; documents weren't closed, the pen cap was not properly placed, just left there on the desk.
Su Wanxin followed his instructions, sent him the content of the documents, and then the call ended with his "thank you."
Not a single word of unnecessary small talk, just a simple request for help, just like that.
