On the table, Leng Zimo's phone suddenly started ringing.
Before the three people could move to answer it, Leng Zimo, who was on the pillow, shot up to a sitting position.
"Phone, where's my phone..." he mumbled.
"See, the medicine for your phone works!" Leng Zirui reached out, delivering the phone into his hands.
Leng Zimo answered without even looking at the caller ID.
On the line was the voice of Detective Old Zhao, "Is this Mr. Leng? We have found a female body in the Jingmi Canal that connects to the river, and we would like you to..."
"That's not Xiao Qian!" Leng Zimo interrupted angrily, hurling the phone away, "Nonsense! Xiao Qian can't be dead..."
He looked at the people beside the bed, then swung off the covers and got up barefoot, yanking out the IV needle, and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Leng Lin demanded sternly.
"Xiao Qian is waiting for me; I'm going to find her," Leng Zimo said without looking back.
