"I'm ok. What time is it now? Is Xiaoding informed?" Qian Jin struggles to get up.

"not yet. You've only slept for a long time. The police and my husband's men are trying to find it. Don't worry about it first."

Qian Jin leaned on the head of the bed, pale as paper. "Miss, do you think Xiaoding is really dead?"

Butong lowered his eyes and didn't know how to answer his words.

"Miss, why?" "I really don't understand why it's so good..."

"when Li Jingchen had an air crash, I asked myself," Butong looked at him and choked. "I asked myself if I had done something wrong, why God...