When Ji Xinxin called, he was in a meeting.
He always had two phones, one for regular external use, and another exclusively for Ling Chuxia. He only carried the latter with him, while the regular phone was left on his desk.
Ji Xinxin called several times, but no one answered. Meanwhile, Ling Chuxia had already begun various examinations. Once everything was confirmed, she would be taken to the operating room.
As the cold voice of the automated message telling her the call couldn't be answered played again, Ji Xinxin was so frustrated she almost wanted to throw her phone.
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For some reason, Shi Che felt a slight twitch in his heart during the meeting, a sense of unease creeping in.
It wasn't the first time he had that feeling. The first time had been the night before their wedding over a month ago. He suddenly felt anxious, and that night, something happened to Ling Chuxia.
Now, the feeling resurged and his inner anxiety magnified several-fold.
