Five years after I gave up inheriting the family business, my husband Zhou Ran finally saved enough money and took me to see our future wedding home for the first time. But just after paying the deposit, an unfamiliar number called. I could clearly see the word "boss" in the note, but my husband, who was always optimistic, suddenly turned pale. "Honey, the foreman said that the construction site collapsed and several of my brothers were buried. I... Have to go rescue people..." His voice was trembling, and with the anxiety and loyalty unique to the lower class, he grabbed his helmet and ran out. While staring closely at his running back, the house purchase contract in my hand was crumpled into a ball. After dialing the driver's phone number, I said in a cold tone: "Check the owner of the number just now." Oh, a landslide at the construction site? This play is really well acted. Nothing happened to the largest real estate company under my name. How could he, a part-time worker, have any dangerous "brothers" to save? I want to see which "boss" is in such a hurry.
