Behind the spacious desk, Mo Xiuchen's erect figure grew rigid, every inch of his skin tense.
A layer of frost seemed to condense between his handsome brows. The atmosphere around him was icy and frigid, and the usually large office became freezing cold.
He clenched his mobile phone tightly, a sense of panic rolling in his deeppond-like eyes. As soon as his call was connected, without waiting for Gu Kai to speak, he blurted out anxiously: "Ah Kai, has Ranran called you?"
"No, what's going on?"
On the other end of the phone, Gu Kai was attending to a patient. Hearing Mo Xiuchen's voice, he paused momentarily, and then his handsome face changed, his brows furrowing instantly.
Mo Xiuchen's voice lacked its usual calm and steadiness; anxiety and fear seeped through, disrupting his calm demeanor: "Half an hour ago, Ranran received a phone call. I have no idea what the other party said to her, but she was very emotional and left the company alone. Her mobile phone is switched off."
