I lay tiredly on the sofa, fiddling with the remote control in my hand, the TV in front of the remote control was constantly changing with various colors. The people on the screen made various laughters, but there was no way to attract my attention. The work of the day made my heart surge out of my bone marrow. At this time, what I needed was a hot bath and then a good sleep. However, before I left the sofa, the night news on the TV clamped my nerves like a shackle. Mr. Ye Zhongwen, a famous entrepreneur at 58 years old, died at Nianci Hospital at 10:20 this night due to a sudden heart disease. Mr. Ye Zhongwen...I couldn't listen to the following words, because I knew that from today, maybe I couldn't sleep well within a few months. Sure enough, the phone on the coffee table vibrated wildly. The buzzing sound of it and the glass made my eardrum hurt. I grabbed it in my hand. Looking at the number that was dialed, the sweat on my palm wet the back cover of the phone. I took a deep breath and pressed the switch button.