"Don't panic," Sun Hao said, his voice hurried and breathless, "Anyway, just hurry back!"
After that, he hung up, leaving Ling Feng with a face full of confusion.
Looking at the darkened screen, Ling Feng shook his head helplessly: "All thumbs!"
Then he turned the car around, heading back toward Shiliu Village.
"What happened to your village?"
Hearing the urgency in the call, Zhang He asked curiously.
"Didn't say, just told me to hurry back!"
Ling Feng said while shaking his head helplessly as he drove.
"Why don't you ask someone else? It'll take at least twenty minutes to get back!" Zhang He said.
Ling Feng glanced at him: "Everyone's in the city for the ceremony. Who else would be in the village?"
"The villagers went too? You have no one else in the village?" Zhang He gave him a disdainful look.
Ling Feng thought about it and pulled over, rummaging for Old Sun's number and calling him.
After a few rings, the other side picked up breathlessly, "Hello, is this Ling Feng?"
