"Hello? Hello?! Hua'er? Hello?" Zhao Jingren shouted into his phone yet only a busy tone could be heard as Luna had decisively cut the call.
He called his brother immediately, and his call was picked on the first ring. "Where're you now?"
On the other side of the phone call, Zhao Shufen furrowed his brows when he discerned the tense in his brother's voice.
Glancing around, he replied, "Approximately three kilometers from Mu Corp. Why?"
Pacing around the training room, Zhao Jingren palmed his forehead and rubbed it roughly. "Hua'er is not there. She's at National Registration Department right now. Go!"
