It was foggy outside, and the hazy light passed through the clouds, creating a bright dream.
Ji Wuyin's palms felt cold, and a buzzing sound resounded in her brain. She really hoped that she was also dreaming at this moment.
The anxious female voice quickly told the whole story.
Ji Wuyin stretched out her hand to hold on to the silver-white railing, and the cold touch temporarily calmed her thoughts.
She heard herself speaking calmly, arranging staff deployment, and then hung up the phone.
There was silence.
She lowered her head, tears sliding down her cheeks and splashing on the railing.
Recalling what was said on the other end of the phone just now, I felt a sense of sadness in my heart.
"Jiu'an and I took the young master to the supermarket to buy things. Unexpectedly, we encountered a terrorist attack and we were scattered by the crowd. Now that the police have intervened, I searched around the supermarket but couldn't find Jiu'an or the young master. "
Due to her upbringing and personality, she rarely feels regret.
But now, this intense regret made her almost breathless.
She grabbed her front and couldn't help but wonder, if she had returned to China and brought Jiu'an and Zhouzhou back, wouldn't what happened now happen?
Even though she knew that many things in Country M were illegal and terrorist attacks often occurred, she still left Zhouzhou alone in Country M in order to conceal his identity.
The more I thought about it, the more my stomach churned.
She took out her cell phone, found her assistant's number, and dialed it.
"Book a flight for me."
She sniffed and her voice was too hoarse to hear when she announced the place name.
"Where are you going?"
The call was connected, but the voice was half-substantial.
She turned around and found Song Zhiyu standing a few meters away from her with a mobile phone.
That question echoed clearly on the balcony, and entered her ears along with the tiny sound of electricity mixed in the receiver.
She took her phone away, and the screen automatically lit up, with the notes on it extremely conspicuous.
——A·Song Zhiyu
Wrong number...
Under Song Zhiyu's gaze, she turned away and hung up the phone, wiped her tears, put away the phone and walked back.
"Where are you going?" Song Zhiyu's voice was calm. When he lowered his eyes and saw her reddish eyes, he frowned slightly.
"Eating with the Qingnan family." Her eyelashes were rustling, her cheeks were red, and her black hair was slightly messy. She looked a little pitiful, but the words she said were really irritating, "What? Mr. Song is too lonely to eat alone, so he has to cross Entering someone else’s family dinner?”
A tired smile appeared at the corner of Song Zhiyu's lips, and his lowered voice was dull: "Let's talk about business at the family dinner?" He nodded seriously, "No wonder the Zhou family can support so many industries in Beijing."
Ji Wuyin was shocked.
How did he know?
Not allowing her to think too much, the phone in her pocket vibrated again.
She broke away from Song Zhiyu and quickly walked to the other side.
"What's wrong?" Song Jingcheng closed the box door, saw Song Zhiyu standing in the corridor, and approached and asked.
Song Zhiyu shook his head and looked across the bright corridor to the other side.
"Is there Yin Yin there just now?" Song Jingcheng asked.
Song Zhiyu said "hmm".
There were only two private rooms on the top floor, and they passed the first one when they came up.
Song Zhiyu paused when he heard the voices inside.
Father Song was walking in front and didn't notice, but he saw it clearly.
He sighed and was about to take Song Zhiyu back to the box when he saw Ji Wuyin coming back around the corner.
She walked quickly, clenched her hands into fists, and with tears in her eyes, her eyes were locked on Song Zhiyu beside him.
