Jiang Ruan felt an intense palpitation in her heart; all the blood in her body turned cold and solid. She clutched her chest, her lips trembling slightly.
Struggling to calm herself, she asked, "Is there a list? I mean the passenger list for that plane?"
Bao Ye and Chen Nan were really on that plane.
Surely their names would be on the passenger list.
She hadn't seen the list.
She couldn't believe Bao Ye was dead.
Just that night, he held her close, intimately whispering with her.
Jiang Ruan couldn't believe he would leave her so easily.
He is, after all, Bao Ye.
The young master of the Bo family, the sole heir of Bao Group.
If he were gone,
Jiang Ruan dared not imagine.
Her eyes instantly turned red.
A regretful male voice came through.
"Sorry Miss, that list is now confidential, we cannot view it."
"Why not wait for news? If your husband was really on that plane, I think someone from the government will contact you in the next few days."
