"Don't cry, Aunt, I have already sent someone to look for Anan."
Jing Yichen had just hung up the call from Mu Qing when Zhao Zhao called. She was crying so dreadfully as if Zhao Anan had gone forever.
Jing Yichen allowed her to vent her sadness, patiently. Half an hour later when she stopped crying, Jing Yichen said this simple sentence.
He was not good at consoling people. He would have hung up the phone ages ago if it had not been his aunt on the other side.
Listening to her crying for half an hour was more taxing than sending someone to seek for Zhao Anan.
Shangguan Ning draped an overcoat and walked out of the bedroom seeing that Jing Yichen was still on the phone for such a long time.
She had just come out when Jing Yichen hung up Zhao Zhao's call.
Sitting next to him on the sofa, Shangguan Ning leaned against his shoulders and asked drowsily, "What is it going on?"
Jing Yichen had yet to answer when his phone rang again.
