Thinking of this, Beitang Yao frowned slightly. That damned foolish woman, she truly doesn't know how to protect herself, making him send her back to China.
Up until now, has she boarded the plane and never thought about giving him a call? Doesn't she know he'll worry about her?
That damned foolish woman! He was just silently complaining in his heart when his brow twitched uneasily. A piercing feeling engulfed him, and he vaguely sensed a hint of insecurity, as if something was about to happen.
Even when reading documents, he was distracted, with an unrelenting stream of unease surging in his heart, disrupting his workload. About half an hour passed, and the feeling not only persisted but grew stronger! Suddenly, a petite, frail figure flashed before his eyes, causing the pen in his hand to slip and fall onto the table, splattering a large blot of ink.
In the spreading black stain, he mistook it for a large patch of red blood. It was a bad omen!
