At this moment, Mr. Yun, sitting on the opposite couch, hung up the cordless phone. His usually bright eyes were tainted with a shade of gloom. He looked at the people and sighed.
Qiao Xiaon'an's heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed, she asked apprehensively, "Grandpa, how is the situation? Have the people in M Country contacted Amo?"
"Still waiting for the call." Mr. Yun sighed again, "We can't reach Amo, Gu Xu, or the driver."
The crowd panicked.
Qiao Xiaon'an felt weak instantly.
Her face turned pale.
She was irrationally sweating in cold.
Mr. Yun added, "Amo's flight is two hours later. A team from our branch has gone to the airport, and another team has gone to the accident site. Don't worry, let's wait for the news."
No one's face looked good.
Mr. Yun: "I'm still alive and well, so my grandson will surely be fine too."
Deng Jiaru was praying too, "My son will be fine, he must be."
An hour later, a call came from M Country.
