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Chapter 1789 Panic

hotel.

A lounge on the third floor.

A whole side of floor-to-ceiling windows allows you to see the scenery outside.

However, at this time, no one was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out. Instead, there was a person leaning there next to the curtains, watching the people below and watching the car drive away.

He remained motionless, following the car away with his eyes, and did not come back for a long time.

In the lounge, cell phone ringtones or incoming messages would ring from time to time.

He remained indifferent.

A person's loneliness, a person's enjoyment.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unanswered, please..."

Han Zaixing's voice did not come from the phone, but a ruthless artificial female voice.

Han Hongsheng frowned and took off his phone.

Zhan Le immediately asked: "How is it? Are you picking me up at the bank?"

"No, I'll try again."

With that said, he pressed redial.

"Woooo..."

The phone rang again, vibrating in his pocket. Han Zaixing's eyes moved and he lowered his eyes.

When he lowered his head, the blood on his shirt fell into his eyes.

He looked at the blood, turned around, and picked up his phone: "Dad."

"Are you good?"

When Han Hongsheng heard the phone was connected, he immediately spoke out. Unexpectedly, when he spoke, Han Zaixing's voice also came to him.

However, this voice was different from that in the morning. It was hoarse and tired, as if he was seriously ill.

Han Hongsheng clenched his phone: "What happened?"

His voice sounded wrong.

Han Zaixing straightened up and looked ahead: "It's okay."

"really?"

Zhan Le was beside Han Hongsheng and had been staring at him closely. Now she saw that he answered the phone and looked wrong. She tried to calm herself down, but she couldn't help but took the phone from Han Hongsheng: "You're good, you

Where are you? Why didn’t you answer Mom’s phone call?”

"Is there something wrong with you? If you have something, don't worry about it alone. Just tell your mother and she will find a solution for you, okay?"

Zhan Le felt that something was wrong. Now that Han Hongsheng was like this, she was sure.

She was scared.

Han Zaixing looked at the closed lounge door, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the door, and he didn't know where he was looking.

"It's okay. I'm going back to Kyoto first. You and dad have some fun in Liuzhou before going back."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

A busy signal came from the phone. Zhan Le was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay? Hello! Are you okay?"

"What's wrong?"

Han Hongsheng frowned even more when he saw Zhan Le's stunned expression.

In just a few words, he could tell that he was doing something wrong.

Something is indeed happening.

As a father, he was very worried.

"He's good at it...he...he said he would go back to Kyoto first and let me play with you in Liuzhou before going back."

Zhan Le looked at the darkened screen of his mobile phone, stunned, not knowing what to say.

This was normal and there was nothing wrong with it, but she started to panic.

Han Zaixing stood there. He took off his mobile phone. After a long time, he picked up the mobile phone again and made a call: "Doctor John, are you free now?"



The sky fell, night rolled in, and the whole Liuzhou was enchanted by the stars.

Lin Liang opened his eyes slightly, and what he saw was gray, like the eve of dawn.

Her eyes moved subconsciously and looked around.

The elegantly decorated bedroom is spacious and simple, yet full of sophistication.

For example, there is a painting hanging on the wall, which is the work of the famous European painter Mo Fan.

She frowned slightly, holding on to the bed and trying to sit up, but as soon as she moved, she felt a pain in her heart, which quickly restrained her movement.

She covered her heart and closed her eyes to suppress the pain.

But at the same time, many scenes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
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