Stomach, pain.
Mu Jin Huan's long strides came to an abrupt halt, and if Secretary Tang hadn't reacted quickly, she would've surely collided with the back of her boss.
After regaining her balance, she quickly stepped back two paces, a bit bewildered. They were just about to board the plane, yet after taking a phone call, she was left puzzled.
Could it be that Mrs. Mu is in trouble?
Yes, it must be. Otherwise, even if a mountain crumbled, President Mu would remain unruffled. How could his expression change so suddenly?
It was as if everything around had disappeared, including the noisy announcements, the varying chatter of pedestrians, and the patrolling security...
Mu Jin Huan could only hear the weak breathing transmitted through the radio waves to his ears. The darkness in his black eyes was intensifying, almost leaking.
The knuckles of the hand holding the phone turned white. "Good girl, don't be afraid. Tell me where you are."
