Not until past midnight did the phone thrown on the seat suddenly ring.
Yuntian hurriedly reached out to grab it, glanced at the screen, and saw it was from the secretary.
He pressed his lips together and answered the call, "Is there any news on Tianxing?"
"Yun... Yuntian... you..." The secretary stammered on the other end.
Yuntian's heart tightened inexplicably, "Is there news about her?"
"Yes."
"Speak." Yuntian tightened his grip on the phone and pressed his lips.
The secretary hesitated for a moment but still spoke, "I just found news about Miss Xia online, but it was quickly handled. I'll send you the screenshots now, Yuntian, you better see for yourself."
After hanging up the phone, an ominous feeling inexplicably surged in Yuntian's heart.
The secretary quickly sent the email, the notification sound rang, but Yuntian's grip on the phone tightened.
Instinct told him not to look, but in the end, reason triumphed over instinct.
