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Chapter 1285 - Chapter 1284: A Shock

Chapter 1284: shock.

Wen juntong's face was filled with confusion. she really could not understand what the other party was talking about.

"mom, who called?"

"it must be a wrong number, right?" wen juntong did not take it to heart, but there was always a feeling of unease that made her heart sink even more.

Fang limian stood up. "mom, i'll make you a glass of milk. go to bed earlier at night. don't make yourself look so haggard. you have a boyfriend too."

Hearing her daughter's words, wen juntong could not help but laugh. "you're right. mom should be able to move on from the past."

For half a year, she had been immersed in sorrow almost every night. sometimes, she even had thoughts of committing suicide. if not for her considerate daughter, wen juntong would have probably committed suicide.

Therefore, she did not regret giving birth to fang limian. she would support her for the rest of her life.

Now, she no longer hated fang quyu. she only hoped that she would be able to get out of danger as soon as possible!

Gu kuangen and the others stayed in the dragon and phoenix inn for three days, but they still did not receive any instructions from the `mysterious person' .

They had come here, but they did not have any clues.

The evening of the third day was filled with dark clouds and lightning.

Gu xiaoying had just finished her dinner when she returned to her room to stay. however, she did not expect the lightning to become louder and louder. she looked at the window that was flashing with white light and suddenly screamed.

"ah ah ah..." the "waiter" who happened to be walking by heard this sound and immediately went to knock on her room door.

The dragon and phoenix inn was decorated in an ancient style. moreover, compared to a four-star hotel, its sound insulation really needed to be strengthened.

This scream was heard even by gu kuangen and bai li ting who were standing at the window.

Gu kuangen immediately opened the door and saw that gu xiaoying's door was wide open. he could not help but feel his heart sink and immediately rushed in.

With a glance, he saw gu xiaoying huddled on the bed, while the waitress dressed as a policewoman opened the window and looked down.

"what's going on?" gu kuangen's voice was slightly heavy as he strode to the window.

"just now, miss gu said that she saw someone fall..." the policewoman's voice was a little heavy as she saw a figure under the backyard.

"let's quickly go and take a look. miss gu, please follow us!"

Gu kuangen was worried that gu xiaoying would be alone here, so he turned around and instructed her.

Gu xiaoying crawled out of the blanket while trembling. her hair was messy, and her pretty face was covered with tears. her hair was messy, and it touched bai su's face, making her look even more charming.

The policewoman was startled by her appearance. usually, she did not think that gu xiaoying was very good-looking, but at this moment, she looked exceptionally weak. she had a gentleness that no other woman had.

"miss gu, are you okay?" the female police officer looked at her worriedly.

Gu xiaoying hurriedly wiped the tears from her face. "i... i'm fine. i was just... scared. it's okay. it's okay!"

Gu kuangen retracted his gaze and strode out.

There were three floors in this inn. he notified the surrounding police officers to pay attention to see if there were any suspicious people coming in and out. he then followed bai li ting downstairs in large strides.

Bai li ting had not entered the room just now, but he had heard gu kuangen and the policewoman's conversation.

They came to the backyard on the first floor and found that the person who had fallen just now had disappeared.

"sorry, we ran out as soon as we received mr. gu's call, but we didn't see anyone suspicious, nor did we see anyone on the ground, not even... not even a trace of blood!" a male police officer dressed as a tourist said in a low voice.

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