Maybe it was her voice that was too fearful; Ms. Liu and Lin Zhiyun rushed out almost simultaneously.
Lin Zhiyun was slightly surprised and bowed, "Miss Yan, is there sothing the matter?"
"Lin Zhiyun, contact Mr. Wan imdiately..." Yan Xixi’s face was pale, "I suddenly can’t get in touch with him..."
"Miss Yan, don’t worry..."
The best thing about Lin Zhiyun was that he never rambled and wouldn’t ask needless questions, imdiately saying, "Miss Yan, please wait a mont."
He swiftly left.
Yan Xixi knew there must be so special contact thod between him and Wan Donglin. However, her heart was inexplicably tense, as if with a very ominous premonition.
This terrifying premonition hadn’t even been there when Wan Donglin left without a word and suddenly disappeared.
Even her eyelids suddenly started twitching incessantly.
Left eye twitch for wealth, right eye twitch for disaster; she never believed in this, but today, clearly covering her right eye, it was as if her eyeball was going to explode.
Seeing the cold sweat trickling down her forehead, Ms. Liu was secretly shocked. It was winter, and she was barefoot on the floor, her body was slightly trembling.
She imdiately said, "I’ll get you a cup of hot milk."
"No, I want a cup of hot tea, strong tea."
Suddenly, she felt the room very stuffy and hot, but her hands and feet were cold. Yan Xixi walked to the window and simply opened it. The cold wind whooshed in.
A chill on her forehead, she slowly beca a bit clearer in mind.
She tried calling Wan Donglin’s phone again, but there was still no answer.
This had never happened before; that phone was their exclusive contact line. It was also the new number Wan Donglin used to approach her in disguise, under the guise of a "dirty-footed man" after they broke up. From the first "wrong food delivery" ssage to later frequent harassnt, they moved from bickering to getting close; how he brainwashed her, and eventually she began to admire him...
There were tis when they lost contact before. He had disappeared for over two months, and occasionally, they didn’t connect for ten days or so. But there had never been a situation where contact was suddenly cut off—before the conversation ended, he disappeared into thin air.
Could this be possible?
Moreover, the phone was through, just no one was answering.
The ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger.
At this mont, Lin Zhiyun ca over. His eyes were a bit uneasy. Seeing him like this, the little hope Yan Xixi had managed to muster imdiately fell away.
"I’m very sorry, Miss Yan, I can’t reach the third young master either."
"What about Zhang Xiang?"
"Zhang Xiang can’t be reached either."
Yan Xixi’s vision went black, and she slumped onto the sofa in despair.
It was deep into the night, and the hot tea in her hands had turned into cold tea.
She paced back and forth in the bedroom, unable to sleep.
Finally, unable to bear it, she called Empress Dowager Liu.
Usually, she contacted Empress Dowager Liu every day, but it was just to share jokes and curious stories to cheer up the old lady. Only today, her mind was in complete turmoil. Though she knew she shouldn’t disturb her, after all, she was seventy years old; if her groundless fears and panic disturbed her, what then?
However, fear completely suppressed reason.
The call connected, and she couldn’t bother with pleasantries, speaking directly, "Empress Dowager, can you reach Donglin? I was talking to him today, everything was fine, and suddenly there was no response; I can’t reach him on the phone, I’m worried about him..."
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