Early the next morning, Shen Zhixuan went to knock on Zhong Lingling's door.
"Lingling, get up!"
There was no sound inside. Shen Zhixuan knocked again, checking the time—it was already eight in the morning, and Zhong Lingling knew she was supposed to meet someone at nine, so why wasn't she up yet?
Shen Zhixuan thought, maybe Zhong Lingling slept deeply!
After about five minutes, Shen Zhixuan went to knock again. This time, he knocked harder and shouted Zhong Lingling's name loudly. Even then, there was no response from Zhong Lingling's room!
A sense of foreboding surged into his heart.
Shen Zhixuan shouted louder and louder!
"Brother, why are you shouting so early in the morning?" Wang Shan came downstairs complaining.
"Something might have happened to Lingling; I've been shouting for her but she won't open the door!"
"Maybe she slept deeply. Can't you call her?"
"Yes! I'm too anxious!"
Shen Zhixuan hurriedly took out his phone to call.
