She thought for three seconds, then walked to the charging cell phone and dialed Yan Tianxing's number directly.

The call went through, but no one answered.

That is to say...

There is no active shutdown or no power-off shutdown.

Mo Shangyun imagined several possibilities, but in the end he couldn't figure out the reason why Yan Tianxing didn't answer the phone, so he dialed Xiao Chuyun's number directly.

At this time, fortunately Xiao Chuyun could still get his cell phone, and he was connected quickly.

"Hello."

Mo Shangjun asked: "When will your captain board the plane?"

Since Xiao Chuyun was Yan Tianxing's assistant instructor in the training camp, he should know more about Yan Tianxing's affairs, so Mo Shangjun chose to ask Xiao Chuyun.

Fortunately, Mo Shangyun guessed correctly.

Xiao Chuyun said: "Around 11 o'clock."

In other words, I haven't boarded the plane yet.

"Thank you."

Mo Shangyun hung up the phone.

Xiao Chuyun was confused on the other side of the phone: "..."

Mo Shangjun here was just about to dial Yan Tianxing's number again to avoid making a fuss, but before he dialed out, a new call came out.

"Remarks: Fool Yan."

Mo Shangyun quickly answered the call.

"I was driving, so I didn't hear it." Yan Tianxing's voice came quickly, calm and restrained, his deep voice rich but somewhat gentle, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Mo Shangyun's frown relaxed slightly, as if she had let go of some worries, and she said, "It's time to turn off the lights. I want to say good night to you."

"Ah."

There was pleasant laughter from the other side of the phone.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Shangyun's lips twitched slightly.

"Happy." Yan Tianxing smiled, paused slightly, and said, "Good night."

Just two simple words, and the tenderness in the tone can be overwhelming.

Mo Shangjun's little bit of unhappiness and uneasiness immediately disappeared.

"Um."

Turning his head to look at the night scene outside the window, Mo Shangjun responded softly.

"Bye."

"good."

There was no agreed time, but the two hung up the phone together.

Mo Shangjun reconnected the phone to the charger and walked to his bed.

*

the other side.

On the road leading to the airport, a black car crashed into the railing at the corner due to brake failure.

The front of the car was badly hit, and the driver died on the spot, with blood splattering everywhere.

The car accident happened for half an hour, but there were not many vehicles passing by and no one called the police.

The man stood next to the car and put down his blood-stained mobile phone. Blood slowly flowed down the scratched back of his hand, staining his white shirt red. The contrast between white and red was extremely obvious.

The clothes and pants that were clean and tidy before were now stained with mud and blood, making him look a little embarrassed, but his figure was still upright.

The phone slipped down, and the man stood there, looking at the scrapped car with a cold expression.
Chapter completed!