As the words fell, Lin Mubai hung up the phone without waiting for a reaction from the other side.
As soon as Han Xiayang heard the beeping from his phone, he was about to call back when his phone rang again: "Lin Mubai, you better give a satisfactory explanation, or I’ll kill you."
The cold voice continued to reach his ears on the other side: "Wait a mont, you’ll find the answer by going online on your computer, and I’ll send you a photo. Tomorrow afternoon, go to the airport to pick soone up for , then help take care of them for a few days."
Han Xiayang was initially unwilling, but upon hearing the weariness in the other’s voice, he asked with concern, "Mu Bai, what’s going on with you?"
"It’s nothing, I won’t say anymore. I’m about to board."
As the beeping sounds of the phone being hung up ca through again, Han Xiayang sat on the bed, frowning, then suddenly thought of sothing, quickly got out of bed, went to his computer desk, and turned on the screen. As he finished reading the contents on the computer, his brow furrowed even tighter: "Damn it, what’s going on with this An Nan?"
The questions in his heart still hadn’t been answered, when the ’ding’ sound continued to co from his phone. Seeing the text ssage content clearly, he widened his eyes: "Damn it, what’s going on with this child?"
Those hidden truths were things Han Xiayang dared not even imagine, making the world seem even more surreal.
Thinking about it, anyhow, he’d find out everything upon eting the child tomorrow. Thinking too much now is useless.
Throughout the morning at the company the next day, Han Xiayang was absent-minded, murmuring to himself about the little one he was supposed to pick up that afternoon. Who exactly would it be? Would it be difficult to handle?
When he actually rushed to the airport in the afternoon, he was utterly stunned.
Waiting for a long ti at the exit without seeing that familiar figure, he started to get anxious. He grabbed a staff mber coming out of the passage and asked, "Miss, are there any passengers inside?"
"No, could you let go of first?" said the staff mber, looking guarded.
He got the hint and quickly let go: "Sorry, Miss, is there really nobody inside?" Han Xiayang’s tone was hesitant.
Nodding affirmatively again, the staff mber replied: "Sir, if you don’t believe , you can go inside and check for yourself, but there really aren’t any passengers left inside."
"Oh, sorry, I understand now."
As the words fell, Han Xiayang turned and walked in the direction he ca from. As he walked, he dialed soone’s number, but after a while, nobody answered the phone. He imdiately got angry: "Damn it, if you want to pick soone up, at least give their contact info! How am I supposed to find them like this?"
After the phone rang several tis with no answer, Han Xiayang stood in the bustling airport lobby, fiercely clutching his hair: "Damn it, what the hell am I supposed to do now?"
If the person in question were an adult, he would have already turned around and left by now. But since the person was a child, he couldn’t just leave them.
After contemplating, Han Xiayang found the airport’s broadcast room and used it to locate the person while also utilizing his connections for an investigation, but the result left him stunned. There indeed was a passenger nad An Jiayou, but they hadn’t boarded the plane.
Not boarded, they hadn’t boarded! Then why did he need to pick them up?
Han Xiayang was instantly filled with rage, with nowhere to vent his anger.
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