Chapter 689
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Su Zhinian sprung up from his seat, and then he heard Brother Kun's voice again. "… As long as that annoying Su Zhinian is not around, everything will be fine …"
He seemed to be telling Su Zhinian that he was driving, and his voice got softer and softer until Su Zhinian could no longer hear what he was saying.
Without thinking, he ran toward the source of Brother Kun's voice. He ran from one end of the airport to the other end of the airport like he was in a 100-meter race before he could barely hear Brother Kun's voice drifting through the air. "… I'm almost at Golden Corner, one hour … give me … one hour …
"In one hour … I promise … the news of Song Empire's … daughter … falling from Water Tower … will be heard everywhere …"
Su Zhinian tried his best to focus, but that was all he could hear.
However, the meaning behind Brother Kun's words was clear. Within one hour, he wanted Song Qingchun to fall to her death …
Su Zhinian felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. His heart started to race, and even his temples started to throb.
His brain spun rapidly. He replayed the words that he had just heard in his mind twice, and he came to the conclusion that Song Qingchun should be having lunch at Golden Corner.
Su Zhinian reached out to grab his phone, but he realized he had left his phone on the seat in his haste to get out of the VIP room. He hurried back to the VIP room.
Su Zhinian picked up his phone, and his fingers that were about to unlock it were shaking uncontrollably.
At that moment, he had no time to care about the conflict between him and Song Qingchun. He didn't even open his contact list but keyed in her number and dialed it.
The phone rang several times, but there was no answer. Su Zhinian looked at the bright sun outside the window anxiously. He ignored his luggage and the flight that was about to board as he rushed out of the airport in a hurry.
Along the way, Su Zhinian had lost count of the number of people he knocked into and the number of apologies he had apologized to. When he rushed out of the airport and reached the parking lot, Song Qingchun's call was finally answered.
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 The moment the call connected, Su Zhinian called her name anxiously. "Qingchun?"
However, it was not Song Qingchun's silence that came through the phone, nor was it her nonchalant reply. Instead, it was a low and urgent "ah" followed by a weak whimper.
It was her voice, as if someone had covered her mouth.
"Qingchun? Song Qingchun? " Su Zhinian called Song Qingchun's name several times, but the only reply he got was the sound of the phone falling to the floor. Then, there was the busy tone.
Did the voice on the phone say that something had happened to her?
As the thought settled in his mind, cold sweat slid down Su Zhinian's face. He did not look where he was going, and when he crossed the road, he almost got hit by a car.
As he ran toward the parking lot, he called Qin Yinan.
However, there was no answer. In fact, when Su Zhinian got into his car, Qin Yinan's phone automatically switched off.
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