Far away at S City's airport, Young Master Lin suddenly sneezed, and Lin Mubai beside him looked at him merrily: "Hahaha, Young Master Lin, I wonder which beauty is thinking about you, maybe Miss Zhang."
A cold eye swept over instantly, simultaneously giving a stern warning: "Shut up, if you have time, quickly find yourself a girlfriend! Be careful she never talks to you."
"Pah, pah, pah, you and your rotten mouth." Han Xia Yang cursed the other, filled with worry. That little woman hasn't been answering calls, neither replying to texts or WeChat messages, even when he called her office, he was told she had left work early, and no one answered the home phone. Where on earth did she go?
This feeling of unease continued until the plane boarded.
He could only send a text to the person far away in S City, informing them he'd arrive in B City in an hour and then come to find her.
