"Hello, Mr. Wu, it's so late, what's the matter?" Su Qingyu's mind was groggy, sounding utterly exhausted, the alcohol making her eyelids incredibly heavy. She rubbed her temples trying to clear her head.
"Miss Su, the plane... it crashed, my father..." Wu Yu spoke haltingly, seemingly on the verge of tears. When he mentioned the plane crash, Su Qingyu's mind crashed too, as if it had been bombed by an atomic bomb, incessantly questioning, how could this happen, how could this happen.
Su Qingyu immediately informed her colleagues about the incident, everyone was uniformly silent, their gloomy expressions speaking volumes. They had just celebrated a successful negotiation, only to receive the tragic news about Wu Liang; such are the huge ups and downs of life.
