She, who hadn’t slept all night, quickly succumbed to her drowsiness and slept deeply. After her breathing beca steady and long, the man who appeared to be sleeping soundly on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyelids and turned his head to look at the girl lying on a nearby bed...
She ca back... She actually ca back...
Had she co back because she saw that dical report in her suitcase?
If she really ca back because of that dical report, then she, then she...
Han Jingnian’s fingertips, hidden under the bedding, couldn’t help but tremble. He distinctly felt his heart, which had been silent for a long ti, suddenly beat vividly and vigorously.
That throbbing had not yet subsided when his phone, set to silent, lit up.
Han Jingnian glanced at the screen. It was Zhang Cheng calling.
He didn’t rush to answer but carefully got out of bed and walked out of the ward. After closing the door, he casually slid the screen and brought the phone to his ear.
"President Han, it’s already six thirty. The flight Miss Xia Wanwan was supposed to take has stopped boarding, but Miss Xia Wanwan hasn’t shown up at the gate. Could she have taken another flight? President Han, what should we do next?"
In response to the frantic Zhang Te, Han Jingnian’s tone was extrely casual as he said, "Call off the search."
"What?" Zhang Te seed to have misheard and exclaid over the phone, "Call them back?"
"President Han, am I hearing you correctly? Is it ’retreat’ and ’return’ in the sense of coming and going?"
"No..." Han Jingnian slightly lowered his eyelids, seemingly in a good mood, and unusually gave Zhang Te a few extra words: "It’s ’withdraw’ and ’echo’ in the original sense..."
Zhang Te: "... Is there a difference?"
Zhang Te was still sowhat incredulous and couldn’t help but ask again, "Really call them back?"
Han Jingnian, not wanting to repeat the sa words, simply ignored Zhang Te.
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Te, who hadn’t sensed any disdain from his master, was still persistent in asking: "President Han, are you really planning to just let Miss Xia Wanwan go?"
Han Jingnian, who had intended to hang up the call, paused at that question, "Leave?"
"Without my permission, she couldn’t even think of leaving in her next life!"
The next life? You’ve already called people back, and didn’t stop her in this life, and yet the next...
Zhang Te, mumbling this in his mind, suddenly realized: "Han, President Han, do you, do you an that Miss Xia Wanwan isn’t leaving?"
Han Jingnian said nothing.
Zhang Te knew he had guessed right. No wonder President Han was so calm when he heard that the people at the airport hadn’t seen Miss Xia Wanwan. Could it be that she ca back on her own initiative? Could it be the dical report that President Han had Secretary Sun deliver a few days ago that did the trick?
Thinking this, Zhang Te imdiately spoke out, "President Han, was it because of that dical report?"
Han Jingnian still said nothing.
Zhang Te: "If that’s the case, doesn’t it an Miss Xia Wanwan and the madam share a bond too deep to untangle?"
"The most likely possibility is that they are the sa person. But if she is the madam, her decision to stay for that docunt ans she hasn’t lost her mory. If she hasn’t lost her mory, why hasn’t she recognized you?"
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