After that night, Xu Siyu disappeared. I have no idea if she's okay, how she's doing, or if she's in a good state of mind.
Thinking of this, Diers looked at Roy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Has there been any news from Balk in China?"
Roy froze for a moment, processing Diers' question for ten seconds.
Alright!
He wasn't as quick to respond as Balk, and it was difficult for him to process Diers' sudden question.
"Before the plane landed, I sent him an email. He told me there's no news yet."
"Three days." Diers said.
Roy blinked, "..."
What about three days?
"If there's no news of her in three days, tell Balk to find his own grave." Diers looked out the window as the neon lights of the night reflected on his face. His strikingly handsome features didn't hide the chilling coldness in his eyes.
Roy nodded, "..."
And continued to mourn for Balk in silence.
It serves Balk right for not telling Diers the truth. Now he's tangled in his own lie.
