After dropping off Yu Jingrong, Li Chengyun drove back.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Yu Jingrong calling him. He was about to answer the call when it got cut off on the other end.
He returned the call, but no one was answering.
What seemed to be an ordinary call suddenly made Li Chengyun uneasy. He put down his phone, made a U-turn and drove back to Yu Jingrong's school. He tried dialing her number again, but still, no one answered.
It was just an unanswered phone call. She might have been busy with something else and couldn't answer, but for some reason, Li Chengyun felt a sense of panic brewing inside him. His cold and emotionless face seemed more so, as if frozen solid.
His car quickly parked at the school gate. He got out of the car, an incredibly beautiful young man with a simple yet expensive shirt and trousers. He looked noble and elegant, but his whole body gave off a chill colder than the winter wind.
