Right, where did little Qingxin go?
The whole class shook their heads in confusion, not knowing.
Hu Yi belatedly scratched his head: "Oh, really don’t know, I was planning to let Master take for a spin after the exams..."
Ao Xinghao ignored this guy whose mind isn’t in sync, and turned to Huo Zhen: "Hey, did you see Xin?"
Huo Zhen: "Don’t call hey."
Ao Xinghao: "..."
Damnit, this brat has quite a temper.
He softened his tone: "Huo Zhen, do you know where Xin went, why didn’t she say anything? Her phone isn’t answering either? I’m worried the exam was too difficult and hit her hard. Gou Dachun’s questions are too perverse, if she’s upset, she might think irrationally. With us by her side, it would be better..."
After explaining the situation calmly, Huo Zhen raised his eyes and answered him seriously: "I just saw her from the window leaving the teaching building, heading toward the school gate, then took a taxi out of the campus... As for where she went, she didn’t say and I didn’t dare to ask."
Who would dare to ask about the whereabouts of the boss.
Ao Xinghao found it a bit strange: "It’s already dark, where could she be going out of the school."
An inexplicable unease filled his heart.
Instead, Huo Zhen comforted him: "Sister Xin wouldn’t do anything rash. Besides... Sister Xin’s fists pack quite a punch..."
He hesitated, looking at Ao Xinghao’s desk.
Ao Xinghao followed his gaze and looked over, only to see the desk he had just slamd with his palm... completely motionless!
Not even a palm print was left behind.
Thinking back to every ti Qin Xin slamd her palm down in anger, no matter how solid the desk was, it shattered into countless pieces in an instant.
Ao Xinghao swallowed his saliva.
Damn, this comparison is too damn hurtful.
Brat, knowing it in your heart is enough, why say it out loud!
Because of Huo Zhen’s reminder, Ao Xinghao felt slightly at ease for a mont.
"Alright. Since Xin isn’t here, I’ll reluctantly have dinner with you guys tonight!"
As he bent down to grab his backpack from the desk, suddenly, he heard a cry of surprise from the classroom: "Oh my god, oh my god... Big news! A chain car accident! Five cars collided, so tragic!"
Ao Xinghao’s heart inexplicably sank.
His heartbeat rhythm changed abruptly.
His hand shook slightly: "What car accident?"
A classmate played a video from the internet and walked over to him: "God Ao, look, look, it’s a taxi caught in the middle of four big trucks at the intersection, and then..."
When Ao Xinghao heard the word "taxi," his heart almost stopped.
His hand trembled, almost suffocating, as he took the phone from them and looked at the video.
The screen showed the scene of the accident.
A purple taxi caught in the middle of four large red trucks, crushed into a heap of scrap tal like paper.
The driver’s seat was crushed.
The backseat and car tail had basically rged into one.
The driver and passengers inside were surely a ss of blood by now.
The ambulance and traffic police had arrived.
Bloody streaks covered the ground in large patches.
Ao Xinghao’s eyes instantly turned crimson, his eyeballs covered in bloodshot.
He suddenly turned around, grabbed Huo Zhen’s arm: "You just said Xin took a taxi, what color was the taxi she took?"
Huo Zhen also saw the ghastly scene on the screen, biting his lip tightly, almost drawing blood: "It’s... purple."
In the Imperial City, taxis are generally red and blue, purple taxis belong to small companies, very rare.
Could it really be such a coincidence that the car Sister Xin took was involved in an accident?
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