"I've already notified them, now answer my question." Mo Bei shouted, "Where exactly are you? What's the situation? Hurry up and tell me!"
"I'm in London, England. I couldn't board the plane; now I'm in an old factory..." Jiao Yang took a tired breath, "You don't need to worry..."
The phone flashed twice, then went completely dark.
At this moment, the phone actually ran out of battery!
Staring at the darkened screen, Jiao Yang was momentarily stunned before shrugging and smirking self-deprecatingly.
Lifting his face, he stared at the cobwebbed ceiling above him, his mood not overly dark or tense.
At least, he had managed to get the message out. With Leng Zimo's capabilities, Luo Jun would certainly be fine.
"Xiao Qian, I'm truly sorry for ruining your wedding."
