"I’ve already notified them, now answer my question." Mo Bei shouted, "Where exactly are you? What’s the situation? Hurry up and tell me!"
"I’m in London, England. I couldn’t board the plane; now I’m in an old factory..." Jiao Yang took a tired breath, "You don’t need to worry..."
The phone flashed twice, then went completely dark.
At this moment, the phone actually ran out of battery!
Staring at the darkened screen, Jiao Yang was momentarily stunned before shrugging and smirking self-deprecatingly.
Lifting his face, he stared at the cobwebbed ceiling above him, his mood not overly dark or tense.
At least, he had managed to get the message out. With Leng Zimo’s capabilities, Luo Jun would certainly be fine.
"Xiao Qian, I’m truly sorry for ruining your wedding."
In the dim and rundown factory, the man’s handsome face happened to be caught in a ray of sunlight streaming through the window, his skin as translucent as jade, his features deep and clear. The sunlight cast onto the iron frame beside him, making it look from afar as if wings made of light were sprouting from him.
The man tied with leather straps to the iron bedframe, looked like an angel in distress.
...
...
On the other end of the phone.
In the luxurious living room on the top floor of the cruise ship, Mo Bei tightly gripped the phone, calling his name loudly, "Jiao Yang, Jiao Yang, Jiao Yang—"
In the phone next to her ear, there was only the brief sound of a disconnected call.
Unwilling to give up, she hung up and dialed again.
"Sorry, the user you are calling is temporarily unavailable."
...
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off."

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