Yaen Chi was so panicked that he couldn't even grip his cigarette steadily.
He reached out to grab the phone, and the cigarette fell from his mouth, scorching his fingers, but he didn't even pause until he saw that photo.
His face suddenly turned somber.
The spacious private room was as quiet as death.
So much so that the sound of a chair leg scraping across the floor, though faint, seemed jarringly out of place.
"Jiaojiao?"
Ye Wanting called out, wanting to follow Nan Jiaojiao outside.
She was pulled back by Yaen Chi, "Stay here, I'll go."
Before his words had even finished, he was already chasing after Nan Jiaojiao, but somehow, no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up to her. By the time he reached the elevator, not only was she out of sight, but the numbers had already dropped to the fifth floor.
He hurriedly pressed for both elevators.
If only one would arrive.
Once Nan Jiaojiao left Minglun, a single thought consumed her mind.
Dusk Street.
