Cheng Ziyang made several phone calls in a row, all going unanswered to the point of automatically hanging up. His brow gradually furrowed, and a sense of unease began to spread in his heart.
Could it be that something happened to Xinxin? Otherwise, she would not be ignoring the calls.
With this possibility in mind, Cheng Ziyang's eyes sharpened, his heart sank heavily, and he immediately stepped out, rushing out of the airport.
His first thought was whether something might have happened to Xinxin on the way.
After all, because of last night's snow, traffic was quite bad today. Several traffic accidents were seen when he took a car to the airport this morning.
He hailed a taxi and directly instructed the driver to drive back along the road. He sat in the car, carefully watching the roadsides to see if there were any car accidents.
Yet, all along the way, until they reached the traffic light location Dong Xin Yan mentioned on the phone, there were no car accidents.
