The lights were on.
Xu Xiaoya was startled to see Yan Xixi's ashen face.
She had only seen such a terrifying expression once before, on the day her mother was gravely ill.
"Xixi…" Xu Xiaoya began, her voice trailing off.
Yan Xixi suddenly stood up. "Xiaoya," she asked urgently, "do you have any news on Zhang Xiang's whereabouts?"
Xu Xiaoya was at a loss for words. Even she felt the situation was becoming dire.
Yan Xixi grew impatient. "Xiaoya, can you contact Zhang Xiang?"
Xu Xiaoya could only shake her head. "No, I can't get in touch with him at all. All three of them have their phones off, as if they've completely vanished."
Yan Xixi collapsed into a chair.
Zhang Xiang was Wan Donglin's assistant and confidential secretary, basically the person he trusted most. The other two were Wan Donglin's bodyguards who had been with him for many years. Now, their sudden disappearance—what did it mean?
