Qin Hai immediately dialed Bai Ruyan's phone.
However, no matter how many times he called, Bai Ruyan's cell phone remained unreachable.
It was obvious that Bai Ruyan had probably already boarded the plane.
After a while, Qin Hai had no choice but to put down his phone and sit back down in his chair.
Slumping in the chair, Qin Hai's gaze fixed on a painting on the opposite wall, but what appeared before his eyes were all the moments he had spent with Bai Ruyan yesterday, and her every word from yesterday echoed in his ears anew.
The reason he did this was that he suddenly felt Bai Ruyan's behavior yesterday, especially her demeanor when she got out of the car last, gave him a very strange feeling.
It was as if she was saying goodbye to him forever.
Something was wrong, really wrong.
After thinking it over, Qin Hai picked up his phone again and dialed Zhao Pu's number. The call connected quickly, and Zhao Pu laughed, "It's rare for you to call me."