In the hospital room, Qiao En had already packed up Auntie Jiang's belongings.
"Yayun, it's raining so heavily outside, let's not go back today. Call Director Zhou and tell him not to come over," Auntie Jiang said, sitting in her wheelchair, staring at the vast rain and fog outside with concern.
"Okay, I'll give him a call," Yayun replied.
Qiao En stood by the window and dialed Zhou Jin'an's number.
The rain was heavy, and all that could be seen was a blur.
Rainwater slid down the window incessantly, leaving streak after streak on the glass.
Strangely, no one answered his phone.
Qiao En sent Zhou Jin'an a message, but he didn't reply.
It was not just him; Cheng Lu's phone was also unreachable.
Clenching the phone, Qiao En dialed over and over, her heart inevitably tightening.
Zhou Jin'an was someone with a very strong sense of time; he wouldn't miss an appointment without reason. Even if there was a delay, he would have informed her in advance.
