After over half an hour passed, he put down his phone, "Brother Huo."
Huo Jinnan flicked the ash off his cigarette and looked at Qin Shaojin with a deep and thoughtful gaze.
Qin Shaojin stood up, walked over to Huo Jinnan, leaned in close, and whispered something to him.
Huo Jinnan turned his eyes to Che Huan, his voice low and cold, "Did you bring a tracker when you came out?"
Che Huan responded with an "Mhm" and remembered that when she had just sent Nuannuan a text message, she had placed the handkerchief holding the tracker on the table, but suddenly, it was gone?
Nuannuan!
Could Nuannuan have carelessly taken it to the restroom?
Suddenly realizing something, she lifted her eyes toward Huo Jinnan, her breathing instantly tense, "Nuannuan!"
Huo Jinnan's grip on his cigarette tightened bit by bit, his fingers interlocked, bending into a cold, hard curve.
