The mobile phone was out of service, and upon redialing, that annoying bilingual female voice kept repeating over the phone. Zhang Ziwen set down the phone feeling gloomy. Why had Little Darling turned off their phone? Not giving up, Zhang Ziwen picked up the phone again and made a call each to He Li and Mu Qingqing, only to be met with the same disappointing responses. Aside from her old mobile number, Tang Shu hadn't left any contact details that were associated with her. Zhang Ziwen sighed. This girl hadn't even left a message—was she going back home? But where was home? If she'd just hinted that she missed him, he could have gone looking for her. Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette, slouched sullenly in his office chair, yearning for Little Darling yet unable to reach out. Wasn't this torture?
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and after Zhang Ziwen gave permission, a man in a suit entered. It was Zhou Qing, Zhang Ziwen's most capable security team leader.
