He was locked up all afternoon, and then locked up again at night.
It's hard to know if that could cause illness from the stuffiness.
Huo Zhenyang's brows furrowed as he strode upstairs.
Upon reaching the bedroom door, he knocked, and as expected, there was no response.
He was silent for a moment, then called out loudly, "Bring the key up!"
The nanny hurried up to hand the key to Young Master Huo.
Huo Zhenyang inserted the key into the lock and turned it. With a "click," the door opened.
The bedroom was empty, as if no one had ever lived there. The bed was neatly made, and her luggage bag was also gone.
"Where is Miss Jiayi?" Huo Zhenyang's face suddenly shifted, instantly filled with the chill of a brewing storm.
The nanny was startled: "I don't know, after Miss Jiayi went upstairs, she never came down..."
Huo Zhenyang pressed his brows together and pulled out his cell phone!
In that instant, the phone pinged, the sound of a text message.
