Tomorrow is his birthday, and his father died on the day he was going to pick his birthday cake with him... His disdain for birthdays obviously has sothing to do with his father’s death.
With this in mind, Xia Wan’an picked up her phone and called the old house.
The call was picked up by Zhang’s mother; the grandmother, unable to contact Han Jingnian, was anxious. When she heard Xia Wan’an was on the line, she imdiately gestured Zhang’s mother to give her the phone: "An’an, have you found Jingnian yet?"
"Not yet, but don’t worry, grandma, he may just be in a bad mood and want to be alone."
"If he just wants to be alone, that would be fine. But I’m afraid, afraid that he...he..."
The grandmother didn’t finish her sentence, but Xia Wan’an’s fingers holding the phone trembled sharply.
She had indeed nearly forgotten... soone was still out lurking, intent on Han Jingnian’s life.
Xia Wan’an didn’t dare to show her panic in front of her grandmother, fearing it would make her worry more, so she tried to suppress her anxiety, steadying her voice to softly say: "Grandma, it won’t happen, I called you because I think I know where Han Jingnian might be. Can you tell where his father used to take him when he was little?"
"Right, right, An’an, you’re smart, how could I forget about this? Let think..." After the grandmother pondered for a while, she gave Xia Wan’an a few locations: "These are the places his father loved to take him when he was little."
After jotting them down, examining and calming her grandmother a bit, Xia Wan’an called Zhang Te.
She divided the places her grandmother told her into two parts; she would search the areas closer to her, and asked Zhang Te to search the rest.
After ending the call with Zhang Te, Xia Wan’an hailed a cab, dashed to the changing room, swiftly changed her clothes, then hurriedly went downstairs while dialing Song Youman, who had originally planned to have a spa date with her tonight.
"Youman, I have sothing to do unexpectedly, we may have to cancel tonight’s activity..."
As she was talking to Song Youman, Xia Wan’an locked her door and headed towards the road.
The taxi she requested had arrived. Everything looked familiar, but she didn’t pay much attention since she was still on the phone with Song Youman. Confirming that the license plate was correct, she opened the car door and jumped in: "...Youman, don’t be angry, I’ll make it up to you, how can I make it up to you? Hmm... at paynts! I will sleep with you for three days, no, seven days...the kind of sleep where you can do whatever you want to !"
As Xia Wan’an finished speaking, a soft chuckle ca from the front seat.
After Xia Wan’an sent a "mua" to a finally cheered up Song Youman and hung up, she heard the laughter in front of her and looked up at the driver in displeasure.
First, she t a pair of laughing eyes, hiding behind black-frad glasses, seemingly sparkling with electricity.
Xia Wan’an was bewitched by those eyes for a second before she looked at his face, and then Xia Wan’an widened her eyes: "Why is it you again?"
Looking at the girl’s expression changing from anger to surprise, the fond smile in He Che’s eyes deepened. He opened his mouth, polite and humble: "If there are any coincidences, they are purely accidental."
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