Anning had an accident!
Upon hearing Ji Anning’s na, Qi Helian completely lost his composure, and shouted at Assistant Wu, "What happened to Anning?"
This shout instead cald down Assistant Wu, who said, "It might have been a car accident."
It is still uncertain whether the car in the accident is Ji Anning’s car.
"Whe... when?" Qi Helian turned pale with fright.
Assistant Wu succinctly explained to him Ji Chicheng’s current situation and Ji Anning’s visit to Jin Yuanyuan.
After hanging up the phone, Qi Helian watched the news and felt as if the sky had fallen. He staggered back.
The agent and Zhu Lai, watching him from the side, also turned pale with tension.
"Young Master." After a long while, Mickey stepped forward and asked with concern, "What happened?"
"Plane... plane..." Qi Helian turned around, grabbing Mickey’s arm, his whole body trembling violently, "Quick, ready the plane."
...
"What did you just say?"
Assistant Wu had just hung up the phone, still breathless, when Ji Chicheng’s voice suddenly sounded behind him.
He was startled, turned around.
Ji Chicheng stared at him blankly with open eyes.
Assistant Wu opened his mouth but suddenly didn’t know how to begin speaking to him.
The news reported it as so severe, it seed ominous. If it indeed were Miss Anning, could the Young Master bear it?
How could he possibly bear it?
"What happened to Anning?" Ji Chicheng suddenly threw off the blanket covering him, jumped up in front of Assistant Wu, gripping the old man’s shoulders, his nails digging into his flesh, "I asked you, what happened to Anning? What happened to Anning?"
He heard it; he heard the content of Assistant Wu’s call with Qi Helian just now.
But how could it be? How could it possibly be his Anning?
Assistant Wu opened his mouth, his throat finally making a sound, "There was a very serious traffic accident near Daqing Mountain, and a friend of Miss Anning just called, saying... saying..."
Upon hearing Assistant Wu ntion that Jin Yuanyuan had called, Ji Chicheng froze.
He released Assistant Wu’s shoulders, snatched his phone, dialing as he walked out the door, "Prepare the plane for ."
He was still wearing a bathrobe.
Assistant Wu followed a few steps, reconsidered, and went back to fetch him a set of clothes.
...
"It’s found, there it is."
As the plane approached the Daqing Mountain area, Mrs. Su, sitting in the cockpit, stretched her head out to look down, locating the accident scene.
Suddenly, another plane ca over, descending ahead of them.
The plane bore no police marks, nor a national emblem; it was a private plane. Mrs. Su turned her head to glance at Ji Chicheng and asked, "Is that your friend?"
Ji Chicheng had already opened the cabin door, gazing below, not hearing Mrs. Su’s question, his eyes sweeping the mountainside like radar.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
As their plane slowly descended and was about to touch the ground, Ji Chicheng suddenly pointed below and told Mrs. Su, "Fly directly down the slope."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Su glanced in the direction Ji Chicheng pointed. Although the slope wasn’t steep, it looked quite rugged, scattered with large rocks that could roll down at any mont.
Any kind of dangerous situation could occur.
After considering for a mont, she advised Ji Chicheng, "That’s very dangerous. There are police, traffic police, and firefighters on the scene. They have more professional rescue thods."
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