After leaving Xia Chen'an's home, Han Jingnian stood by the road for a while before driving home.
Xia Wan'an still hadn't come home.
By this time, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
It was already so late, she hadn't gone to her parents', nor had she visited her friends. Until now, her phone hadn't been turned on. Where could she be on her own? Could she still be crying?
Thinking about these things, Han Jingnian, who hadn't located Xia Wan'an after such a long search, became completely panicked and frantic. Then, without a care, he directly dialed the phone of his assistant, Zhang Te, abandoning his usual rationality in his speech: "I don't care how much it costs, go and check all hotels and places open at night for me now, find her!"
Zhang Te, who had already laid down, was stunned for a while before reacting to what Han Jingnian was saying: "Who am I looking for?"
"Who do you think?" Han Jingnian responded tersely.
