Che Huan knew that the group leader was trying to comfort her, telling her not to be afraid, but how could she not be afraid at this time? Her heart was hanging off a cliff.
Just then, the group leader gestured something.
Che Huan didn't understand.
Uncle Lu explained from the side, "The group leader says it's not with sir."
Che Huan nodded, glanced at the time, and couldn't help but feel her heart sink. It had been an hour since she called him, and he hadn't returned the call. Something must have happened!
Otherwise, she called so many times, he would certainly have returned the call.
Thinking of her uncle's words, she didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly dialed Qín Mòtíng's number.
The moment the call connected, she realized it was a landline, not a mobile phone, and now it was already midnight — she feared no one would answer.
As she was distracted, a slightly weary but mature male voice came from the other end, "It's very late, what's the matter with calling now?"
