Bryan Jackson whimpered in grievance, sobbing.
Mia Ginger listened to his voice, and finally came back to her senses, letting out a sigh of relief. She hid in Koa Jackson's embrace, softly saying, "Brother Jackson."
"It's okay now." Koa Jackson wrapped his arm around her shoulder, then took out his phone.
No signal.
Allen, beside him, also took a look at his phone and put it back.
The group waited in the yard for a few more minutes without returning to the restaurant. The old man was helped to sit on a chair.
After a little while—
Seeing there was no movement at all.
A few men returned to the hall and brought out some news.
Everyone was startled.
Shen Qiao, being a reporter, had the most friends and was the first to make a call.
Soon—
Other people's phones started ringing one after another.
There were several major traffic accidents in the city, and Koa Jackson hadn't even finished his meal; he had to go work overtime.
