Mrs. Song waited until seven in the evening.
Nightfall, the city lights were up, and the lights in the villa were all turned on.
Still, Lu Meng hadn't returned.
Mrs. Song picked up the phone and kept calling Lu Meng, but it was turned off.
Her heart began to feel uneasy.
She didn't know why, but she felt very anxious.
A wave of unwarranted panic swept through all her senses.
At the same time, another person also felt unexplainable anxiety.
Song Yunchi, observing from the hospital, lay on the bed, staring blankly at a certain spot.
The second hand ticked constantly, just like his heart, rising and falling with unease.
He glanced at the time; it was seven o'clock.
The sky outside had turned completely dark.
Usually by this time, Mrs. Song would have already sent Jingxing over; today, it was especially late.
Was there a traffic jam?
He picked up the phone and called Mrs. Song, "Mother, where is Jingxing?"
