"Jianshen, where are you going?"
"Your wound hasn't healed yet, Jianshen, slow down."
Seeing Lu Jianshen striding out, Fang Qinglian immediately became anxious and followed in her wheelchair.
On the other side.
Nan Xi was completely frantic.
Another five calls, all unanswered.
She dejectedly put down her phone, her face etched with obvious worry and disappointment.
Seeing her expression, Lin Nianchu understood everything: "Still no answer?"
"Yeah." Nan Xi nodded in defeat.
She was now at her wits' end, completely panicked.
"Niannian, it's been two days. There's been no answer to his phone calls, and he hasn't replied to my WeChat messages or texts either. Do you think something might have happened to him?"
Once this speculation took root in her mind, Nan Xi grew even more anxious.
And the more she thought about it, the more flustered she became, unable to calm down at all.
