"Zhao Ma, you have to give Lin a message now, otherwise he will see my body when he comes back." Seeing that the knife in Ning Xiaotong's hand continued to deepen, Zhao Ma hurriedly responded, "Okay,
I’ll tell my husband right now. Xiaotong, please don’t get excited, besides, you still have a daughter.”
Ning Xiaotong's movements stagnated for a moment, then she said decisively, "Don't worry, Nannan will be taken care of by someone."
Seeing that the mention of Nannan could not stop Ning Xiaotong's movements, Zhao's mother hurriedly walked to the phone.
Mother Zhao's voice was trembling, and the phone rang for a long time before she was answered.
"Sir, please come back quickly. Xiaotong is really going to commit suicide. I really can't bear it anymore." Zhao Ma looked at Ning Xiaotong who was sitting on the sofa and looked towards her.
The blood was still dripping down.
Huangfu Lin's voice was smooth and unsteady, without a trace of ripples, "Let her do whatever she wants."
"No, sir, the situation is very serious this time. Xiaotong just, just cut her wrist with a knife." Mother Zhao's voice was filled with fear.
There was no sound from the other side for a long time, so Zhao Ma tentatively asked, "Sir?"
There was only the sound of beeping from the other side, but the phone was not hung up. Mother Zhao felt a little desperate.
On the top floor of the "Drunk" entertainment kingdom, Qin Yan was walking over with a stack of information in her hand, and she saw Huangfu Lin running towards the elevator entrance with an anxious look on his face.
Somewhat strangely, Qin Yan couldn't help but call out, "Brother Lin."
Huangfu Lin didn't even have time to reply, and hurriedly ran towards the elevator.
Qin Yan had never seen Huangfu Lin showing such anxiety on his face without concealing it.
Just as I entered the office, I accidentally glanced at the phone that had not been hung up on the desk. A glimmer of understanding flashed in my beautiful eyes. I sighed silently in my heart, and a look of sadness flashed across my eyes.
Having been in love for many years and meeting all kinds of people, Huangfu Lin naturally saw Huangfu Lin's deep love for Ning Xiaotong.
The intuition in his heart told him that he definitely still loved Ning Xiaotong.
It's just... alas!
When the elevator door just opened, there was a burst of darkness in front of his eyes. Huangfu Lin held his slender fingers tightly on the wall next to him and groped his way into the elevator.
His heart was panicking for a while, and after the headache and darkening of his eyes passed, Huangfu Lin quickly quickened his pace.
The silver-white car was like a flash of lightning passing quickly on the road, rushing forward in a hurry.
The tall and slender figure returned with a chill all over his body. When Zhao Ma saw Huangfu Lin's figure appearing at the entrance, she almost shed tears of excitement.
It's really scary, because if he comes back a second late, Ning Xiaotong will be in more danger.
Ning Xiaotong had tears in her eyes. When she saw him coming back, her face showed the usual indifference, and her heart couldn't help but sting a little.
The next second, I saw him walking over quickly, his eyes glancing at the bloodstains on Ning Xiaotong's wrist without leaving a trace. His dark eyes tightened, and he snatched the fruit knife still in his hand.
Xiaotong felt happy again.
Looking at him with misty eyes, "Rin."
Throwing the fruit knife into the trash can, Huangfu Lin's voice was still cold, but full of ridicule, "Ning Xiaotong, I hate women who cry, make trouble, and hang themselves the most."
"Rin, I didn't mean it. I just saw that you refused to see me, so I came up with this method." Because I miss you too much, I use any means.