Whose child is it? she finally asked.
Yes... Zhao Jiayan looked at her steadily and made a mistake.
"If I say Xiao Song is you..."
Beep... The phone next to him suddenly vibrated, interrupting Zhao Jiayan's words.
Xia Lin's attention was immediately attracted by the mobile phone. She no longer paid attention to what Zhao Jiayan wanted to say, so she grabbed the mobile phone and started feeding it.
"Mrs."
"Mr. Wen? Are you Mr. Wen?" Xia Lin trembled, as if he recognized Wen Li's voice.
The clock on the wall just struck one at this moment. Xia Lin looked up and saw that at one o'clock in the morning, six hours had passed since their confrontation.
"It's me, madam. I think I need to report the current situation to you." Wen Li's voice was full of fatigue.
"You... you said." Xia Lin's mouth was dry and he was a little nervous.
But since Wen Li was still there, she felt that there was a high chance that Ling Yizhou was still fine.
Although I don't know why he didn't call himself.
"We were never able to stop all of their plans. There were still many people who inhaled the red pansy flowers, and the number of people who self-destructed after touching the mark has reached hundreds. Although the temporarily developed Red Potion No. 1 was later sent to contain it, There are some situations, but after all, potions are limited... "
Xia Lin listened to Wen Li's words for a long time, feeling dizzy and unable to grasp the point. "Can you tell me first, where is Teacher Ling? Is he still safe?"
Wen Li over there suddenly fell silent.
"Speak, Mr. Wen, speak. Where is Mr. Ling now? What happened to him?" Xia Lin didn't hear his answer, and the silence made her more and more frightened.
"Sir, he..." Wen Li paused, "Sir, he drove a bulletproof car and took the initiative to confront the other party. When we arrived just now, we only found the car, but the person was nowhere to be found... "
"What do you mean you can't find it? Say it again." Xia Lin started to panic.
"There are signs of explosion in the car, but we are already searching. Nothing will happen to you, sir. Madam, please calm down." Wen Lidao.
But even Xia Lin, who was now panicking, could tell that Wen Li was trying to comfort her!
Ling Yizhou was closest to the red pansy flowers, and the car still had signs of explosion, which made people think that Ling Yizhou might have self-destructed!
"I want to go there." Xia Lin put down the phone. She couldn't stay here any longer.
"You can't leave now." Zhao Jiayan still said the same thing. He rubbed his eye sockets, the fatigue of not sleeping all night reflected on his face.
It's true that Xia Lin is anxious, but his anxiety is no less than that of Xia Lin.
"Why can't you leave yet?" Xia Lin looked at him in disbelief, "Didn't you hear what his assistant said? He's gone! I'm going to find him."
"The situation over there is not stable yet. The number of deaths from self-explosion is still increasing. You still have the residual gas of the red pansy flower in your body. If you go there now, you will die." Zhao Jiayan finished speaking calmly and stared at her.
"But he's missing and might be dead!" Xia Lin tugged at his hair like crazy, "But I'm staying here peacefully, just waiting?"
"He..." Zhao Jiayan hesitated, "Forget it, I will tell you when the final result comes to an end."
Zhao Jiayan obviously had something to say, and it was something very important.
But Xia Lin's attention was not on him at all now, and he didn't hear what he said at all. His mind was filled with the horrific situation of Ling Yizhou's death.
But Zhao Jiayan wouldn't let her go, so she couldn't leave.
Besides, there are indeed remnants of the red pansy gas in her body. Going to that Hong Kong port full of marks will undoubtedly lead to death. Zhao Jiayan is right.
Xia Lin relied on the last shred of reason in her body to sit down and wait patiently.
And, didn't cry.
"Why don't you cry?" Zhao Jiayan asked her.
"Why are you crying? I believe he is not dead!" Xia Lin was emotionally unstable.
"Since when have your tears been closely related to Ling Yizhou?" Zhao Jiayan sighed, a sentence full of emotion.
Xia Lin ignored him and just watched the time pass by, enduring the torment in his heart.
An hour passed, and there was no news from the Hong Kong media.
Two hours passed and still no news.
…
When it was about to dawn, Xia Lin couldn't bear the pressure of waiting. His eyes flashed with the first light of dawn, and he fell asleep immediately.
Zhao Jiayan sighed heavily, walked over to pick up his lost girl, and gently took her to the bedroom.
Ever since she entered his room last night and tried to steal his phone card, she had been in a state of high tension without any rest, unwilling to sleep for more than 20 hours.
Zhao Jiayan sat in front of Xia Lin's bed, calmly looking at her still familiar sleeping posture, with uncontrollable worry in his eyes.
He had underestimated Ling Yizhou's weight in her heart. In this way, he didn't know if she could bear to tell the truth.
After staying there for a while, when it got dark, Zhao Jiayan opened the network on his mobile phone, and then he saw some news about the incident at the Wama Stadium in East Hong Kong.
The official figures are: 49 dead and 546 injured. All 49 people died from self-explosion. The other 546 injured are currently in an unexplained coma and cannot be awakened for a while.
The matter finally came to an end. Zhao Jiayan let out a long breath after reading the report. He turned to look at Xia Lin.
If it weren't for Ling Yizhou's command and deployment last night, the death toll would have been at least 50,000. It was a miracle for Ling Yizhou to be able to save so many people from Nan Jintian's tiger's mouth.
Zhao Jiayan looked at Xia Lin and suddenly felt a little unconfident. This was the man she liked, so good that all men would re-examine themselves.
Xia Lin quickly woke up under Zhao Jiayan's gaze.
She stared blankly at the dazzling beam of light outside, and the first thing she did was to yell at Zhao Jiayan: "Can I leave now?"
Zhao Jiayan pursed his lips and remained silent.
"It's 9 a.m. now. The fastest it takes me to get to Gangdong from here is 4 hours, which is 1 p.m. Zhao Jiayan, by that time the stigma of Gangdong has completely disappeared. Don't stop saying that I'm not allowed to leave because You want to protect my safety." Xia Lin stood up and began to organize herself to leave.
"You can go." Zhao Jiayan finally said.
Xia Lin was stunned. She didn't expect that he would be so easy to talk to now.
Generally speaking, there are only two situations when a person becomes easy to talk.
One is that he has figured it out and doesn't want to keep her here anymore.
Another way is... pity her.
Xia Lin suddenly walked over and tightened Zhao Jiayan's collar, "Did something happen to Ling Yizhou?"
Taking pity on her, the only possibility Xia Lin could think of was that something happened to Ling Yizhou.
Something happened to Ling Yizhou and she became a widow. No one would pity her.