“A phone call?” Basa Li repeats to steward Han. “Dad’s calling?” However, her father knows her cell phone number. Why would he call the living room?
Since Basa Li doesn’t move, the steward repeats his question. “Miss Basa Li, the young master is on the phone. He said he’s in a hurry. Please pick up the phone quickly.”
After hearing steward Han, Basa Li’s doubts dissipate. But she becomes suspicious again. Han Qilu won’t call her on his own initiative. He didn’t even care to know her phone number. What does he want?
An ominous premonition spreads
in her heart. Steward Han stands at the door and reminds her, “Miss Basa Li, don’t let the young master wait.”
With a clenched jaw, Basa Li looks at the steward with contempt. “Don’t you have any long-term memory? How many times have I told you to call me shaonainai? Best not forget next time. Be careful!”
After speaking her mind, she looks away from steward Han and walks out from her room, down to the living room. She takes the handset resting on the side of the base. She stretches out her hand, trembling. Despite trying
trying her best not to panic, her voice betrays her.
“Hey…?” One hand clutches the phone, while the other plays with the phone cord.
A cold sound reverberates, the kind that ghosts from hell would emit. “Basa Li, I hope you can explain yourself.”
The statement breaks the last of her defense. Han Qilu already knows. Biting down on her lower lip, her face contorts. A thousand years of hate, right?
No… she doesn’t want Han Qilu to hate her. Absolutely not!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A tear tries to escape from her eyelid as she speaks.
she speaks. She won’t let that tear fall for a long time.
A grim smile spreads on Han’s face. The pair of eyes are like ice of a thousand years. People can’t directly look at them, fearing they’d be permanently banished!
Ling Hanyu doesn’t understand why Han Qilu didn’t search for An Chuxia immediately. Instead, he calls someone on the phone. Then he realizes, her disappearance is related to “the foreigner”.
Han Qilu walks back and forth, knowing Basa Li is a sitting duck who doesn’t want to talk about this issue. This time, he asks directly, “Listen, woman. I’m “Listen, woman. I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me where she is, and I won’t hold you accountable. But if you refuse to tell me what happened, I’ll let your father know what you did, okay?”
Silence falls, but Han Qilu can hear her gasping voice.
“Please give me time to speak.”
Han Qilu whispers to her he’s hanging up, and Basa Li screeches. He wrinkles his eyebrows in impatience. Half a minute later, Basa Li’s cries recede. She confesses in a hoarse voice, “She’s in the ladies bathroom on the fourth floor of the school building.”