Qing Yi hesitantly reached out to take the phone from the bed, slowly grasping it in his hand.
It can't be, it can't be, don't overthink, Xiaohan might just be in a bad mood and went out for a walk to clear his mind.
He didn't take his phone, surely he thought he'd be back soon.
While comforting himself, Qing Yi couldn't help but reach toward the bedding.
The cold, lifeless bedding told Qing Yi that he had been gone for a long time.
In the next moment, Qing Yi grabbed both phones and rushed out.
"Xiaohan?!"
"Xiaohan?!"
"Big brother Qing Yi, what's happening?" The patrolling guard, hearing the commotion, came over.
"Have you seen Xiao… have you seen the drunkard?" Qing Yi grabbed them, asking urgently.
"No, is something wrong?"
"Start searching, quickly get people to search the whole Wu Garden, he must still be here, must still be here." He said, his anxious eyes uncontrollably searching everywhere.
"Okay, I'll call the brothers to search immediately."
