Until a phone call came in.

He answered the phone, a weak byte, but still a little emotional, "Speak!"

The person over there apologized timidly.

"I'm sorry, sir. We didn't do it right this time. The doctors who delivered Liu Zhiyuan were arranged in advance. They were monitored while eating and sleeping, so we couldn't get close to them. Today, the area outside the delivery room was also protected..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted: "Let's get back to the topic."

The person over there started reporting again, his voice lowered a bit.

"Liu Zhiyuan's child was born safely, and both mother and child are safe. My people can't go near the ward. I'm completely at my wit's end. I'm sorry."

The figure in front of the French window was silent for a while, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly and meaningfully: "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise."

The person on the phone was stunned for a moment: "Sir, what do you mean?"

The figure in front of the French window said coldly,

"This isn't necessarily a bad thing. You should retreat first. The first thing to do now is to protect yourself from being exposed. As for the rest, we'll consider it later."

"Okay!" The man on the other end responded respectfully and hung up the phone.

Standing in front of the French window, he raised his head and swallowed the dark red liquid in the goblet. The darkness in his eyes intertwined with the dark night sky outside the window.

He squeezed the goblet hard with his fingers, and slowly, the goblet was broken into pieces.

Shards of glass shattered in his palms, cutting his skin and drawing bright red blood.

The curve of his mouth became even more gloomy and cold.