Fell pretty badly

Wen Zhi arrived in Licheng and, on her way out of the airport, received a phone call informing her that her grandmother was critically ill again.

The call was from Meng Fan.

On the phone, Meng Fan sobbed heavily, "Zhizhi, what do we do now? Uncle, my mom and dad, and Rong Huaishen, they're all not here. Great-grandpa is also gone. It's just me and Tajiguli here..."

"Stop crying for a moment, just wait for me," Wen Zhi looked around and found a quiet spot with fewer people, where the call could be heard more clearly.

She set her luggage aside and asked, "Meng Fan, are you listening?"

Meng Fan's intermittent sobbing came through the phone: "I'm listening, Zhizhi."

Wen Zhi asked, "Have you made all the important calls except to me?"

Meng Fan hastily replied, "We've called everyone, Tajiguli called one by one, my mom and dad, and even uncle. The only one we can't reach is grandpa; he's probably... already on the plane by now."

Meng Fan hadn't left Licheng for the past month.