But there was nothing going on outside, not even a sound.
Zhuang Nainai furrowed her brow.
Five minutes past eight…
Ten minutes past eight…
What was up with Hu Zi? Was he caught up with something somewhere else?
When it was half-past eight, Zhuang Nainai finally heard footsteps coming from outside. Eagerly swinging her head back to see who it was, she saw a figure by the side of the car.
Si Zhengting lowered the car window, but the person that they saw wasn't Hu Zi. It was… Dazhuang?
Dazhuang, his face forlorn, passed his phone over to Si Zhengting. "Sir, the private investigators just called, and they said, they said…"
Si Zhengting knitted his brows. "What did they say?"
"They said that Hu Zi might not be able to make it today."
