Time ticked by second by second, and Han Luoli's ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.
The hands of the wall clock kept rotating, inching ever closer to the number "six".
Xiao Er should know how important tonight's meeting is, and he knows she values this meeting greatly. But how could he just disappear at the crucial moment?
Could it be an accident?
Han Luoli couldn't help but speculate, wondering if Han Zaijing and the others had done something secretly again?
Han Luoli was restless and frustrated, clueless, and without any time for a slow investigation.
He thought about it, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed to the garage. Before his grandparents' anger grew even bigger, it was best to go to Jufu Building and explain to them.
Maybe, on the way, he might even run into Xiao Er.
In the best private room in Jufu Building.
The air was stagnant, and the pressure kept sinking.
