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"Wan’an, what did you say?"
"I didn’t hear what you said after that. Is the signal not good?"
Han Jingnian spoke twice in a row, but there was no response from Xia Wan’an.
Han Jingnian took his cell phone away from his ear, glanced at the top of the screen, saw full bars of signal and then held the phone back to his ear. "An’an? Can you hear ?"
"An’an...."
The call was abruptly hung up.
Han Jingnian listened to the busy tone, slightly furrowing his brow before he tapped the screen twice and dialed back.
After the call connected, it was imdiately hung up after a single ring.
Han Jingnian dialed again, this ti an icy, official female voice answered: "I’m sorry, the number you’ve dialed is switched off."
Switched off? Why would she suddenly switch off her phone? Was her phone out of battery?
Han Jingnian was at a loss, feeling unease welling up in his heart.
"Mr. Han, if it’s okay with you, can we arrange it this way for tomorrow?" The hotel manager ca back over to Han Jingnian after he hung up his call, holding an iPad and sliding thru the screen to explain the details of Xia Wan’an’s birthday banquet for tomorrow.
What was supposed to be a two-hour eting had spanned over six hours due to Han Jingnian’s demands. Both the chef and the manager were kept on their toes by him.
From drinks to the food, the flowers to music... Whether big or small details, Han Jingnian didn’t let anything slide.
The Han Jingnian who was usually very focused during etings was looking visibly distracted. From ti to ti, he would pull out his phone to dial a number.
About half an hour had passed... and Xia Wan’an’s phone was still switched off.
Nowadays, there were charging stations available everywhere on the streets. Even if her phone had shut down due to a low battery, it should have been charged and switched back on by now...
The more Han Jingnian thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He interrupted the hotel manager’s incessant talking and dialed Zhang Te’s number.
"Madam Xia ca to see you this afternoon, she said she had sothing to do and then went back down to the design departnt." Zhang Te reported his encounter with Xia Wan’an this afternoon to Han Jingnian, as he walked downstairs.
Upon reaching the design departnt floor, he went directly to Xia Wan’an’s office.
The office door was locked, and the room was dark.
Zhang Te pushed the door gently, then spoke into his phone, "Mr. Han, Madam is not in the office..."
"Excuse , Mr. Zhang Te, are you here to see Director Xia?" Zhang Te had just finished speaking when a polite voice sounded from behind him.
Zhang Te turned around and found the gentlemanly-looking man extrely familiar. After a few seconds, he rembered who he was, "He Che, right?"
He Che nodded politely, "Yes, I’m He Che."
Considering that He Che was Xia Wan’an’s subordinate, Zhang Te imdiately asked, "He Che, do you know when Director Xia left work?"
"Left work?" He Che’s brow furrowed, "Uh..."
He only said one word before he paused, then hesitantly asked after two seconds, "...Director Xia didn’t co to the company today. You’re Mr. Han’s assistant, shouldn’t you know that?"
"She didn’t co to the office?" Zhang Te asked incredulously, then asked again, this ti precisely, "Did Director Xia not co at 5:00 pm?"
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