"Mm, I heard about it too, but I was fighting a fire somewhere else at the time, different people went there."
Fu Ying felt heartache: "Are they okay?"
"No big deal." Shen Liguang looked at his own leg, then thought of Wu Xiaowu, and smiled, "One with a limp leg, the other with a concussion, no major problems."
"Oh." Fu Ying rubbed her nose, her voice muffled, "I want to go see you now."
Shen Liguang hesitated, then said with a smile, "Didn't sleep all night, now I want to rest properly, I still have to go to the team in the morning."
"Then, then okay."
"You worried about me all night, huh?"
His tone was rising, teasing.
Fu Ying's cheeks reddened, and she fiddled with the blanket with her fingers: "Mmm..."
Listening to her soft-ending voice, Shen Liguang felt slightly agitated in his heart.
"Hang up the phone."
"Okay."
Fu Ying hung up the phone and let out a deep sigh of relief.
