He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,Just as he was about to drive away, he suddenly remembered the bodyguard he had sent to secretly protect Fu Yan. He hadn't contacted them for several days. After his grandfather's death, he had things to deal with every day that never ended.,He took out his phone and dialed a number. The phone was answered quickly.。