Ye Jiajia was fully aware, news of MXXX flight's crash was everywhere on the internet.
Yet she still tried to reassure Qiao Xiaon'an, insinuating time and again that nothing would happen to Mr. Yun, that perhaps he had changed flights. She said a lot, but Qiao Xiaon'an on the other end of the line remained silent.
Ye Jiajia had no choice but to tighten her grip on the phone, her voice anxious. "Xiao'an, don't worry. I'm going to call Brother Yichen right away, and we will come over immediately."
"..." Qiao Xiaon'an on the other end of the phone hung up and drooped down her arms helplessly on her sides.
Her body swayed unsteadily, as if she were about to stumble.
She took a few steps backward, leaning against the wall.
The cold, bone-chilling sensation that radiated from the white ceramic tiles on the wall made her heart even more chaotic.
Unsure of how much time had passed, she finally sat down on a chair nearby, waiting for Ye Jiajia and Lu Yichen.
