Five years after I gave up inheriting the family business, my wife Shen Yanqi finally saved enough money and took me to see our future wedding room 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 wife, who was always optimistic, suddenly turned pale. "Husband, the construction site collapsed, and several of my brothers were buried. I... Have to go rescue people..." Her voice trembled, with the anxiety and loyalty unique to the lower class, she grabbed her helmet and ran out. While staring closely at her 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 she, a part-time worker, have any dangerous "brothers" to save? I want to see which "boss" is in such a hurry.
