Yan Xiaye hesitated to speak, unable to provide a reassuring answer.
Everyone knew Qin Yiren's social circle was simple. The lost memories had left large blanks in her life—she had few friends, and her brother and mother were in the hospital room next door.
Considering Mother Qin's health and current situation, Yan Xiaye hesitated for a long time before deciding not to tell the Qin Family; currently, they still didn't know about Qin Yiren's disappearance.
Without an answer from Yan Xiaye, Chu Xinian felt as if there was a hole in his heart. An unprecedented fear gripped him like an invisible giant hand, squeezing his heart tightly.
Not even at the final moment before he fell into a coma from a severe car crash had he been this nervous.
Unintentionally pressing his thin lips together, Chu Xinian forced himself to calm down, looking at the man he trusted more, his voice hoarse and moving: "Brother Yuntang..."
