She put her sunglasses on and went to look for Wei Shaoyin.
In the quiet hallway, the man's lanky silhouette stood out against the dim light. He was in his prim white shirt as usual.
This man had a clean yet cold aura that she couldn't find on Li Lei or Pei Ziheng.
Xia Ling walked up to him and called him. "Ah Wei."
Wei Shaoyin turned over. "Xiao Ling, is the event over yet?"
"It's over for today." She said, "There's one more the following day. Why, is there anything?"
Wei Shaoyin said, "Boss sent me to pick you up. Shaohui is in trouble, the elevator he was on landed on a free fall and he had to undergo surgery for his injuries. They transfused the blood of the wrong type, and he's in critical condition now."
Xia Ling felt as if she had been caught in a calamity and couldn't rationalize her emotions at all.
