Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Fu Xingzhou flung his phone onto the seat and pinched his furrowed brows, coldly urging, "Check how long it will take to clear the road."

The rain kept pouring down, a bad omen indeed.

After checking, the bodyguard spoke cautiously, "The rain is too heavy; it'll probably be clear by tomorrow morning."

At his words, the pressure inside the car dropped even lower than the gloomy weather outside.

"Sir," the bodyguard glanced at the rearview mirror, pondering for a moment, "Are you worried about madam?"

As bodyguards, they never pried into such personal matters; unless their employer initiated the question, they kept to themselves.

Fu Xingzhou's expression remained unchanged, seemingly giving his permission to continue.

"Ah Si previously took madam home, but she didn't want to return to Yuqiao. Instead, she went back to the apartment at Grand Hall. Ah Si had tried to report this to you over the phone, but you didn't answer."

The bodyguard could only relay this minor issue to his colleagues, unable to keep calling about it.

"What are the road conditions like there?"

The bodyguard quickly checked, "There's some water accumulation, but it's passable."