A day went by, and when Murong Yan returned home from work, she called Yang Fan, but his phone was still turned off.
This time, she couldn't stay calm and quickly called Yang Huiru: "Still no news, what on earth is this kid up to?"
Yang Huiru rubbed her forehead with her hand, "Yan'er, don't panic, I'll go out and look for him."
That was the only thing to do for now. Having not seen this kid for a whole day, Murong Yan was extremely worried, feeling as if something was missing, she felt listless all over.
The lights were on in the room, Yang Fan and Tang Ziqing leaned against the sofa, sitting on the bedroom floor, there was no telling how long they had been drinking, the table had amassed three or four empty bottles.
They talked a lot, but Tang Ziqing felt that Yang Fan was deliberately hiding his true thoughts, not willing to reveal anything on his mind, could it be that this young guy had also experienced many sigh-inducing incidents?