Based on Xinlei's usual personality, if he didn't pick up after a long time, she would call him two or three times at most before stopping. However, the phone had been ringing repeatedly. By now, there were already more than a dozen calls.
Could something have happened?
He frowned and pondered.
But on second thought, he had just left. What could have happened?
But looking at the increasingly urgent phone call, Zhong Shenghao couldn't help but pick it up in the end as the car slowly drove towards the city.
"Hello?" He was expecting Jing Xinlei's voice to come from the other side.
However, he heard the maid's extremely anxious voice instead. "Mr. Zhong, it's bad! Miss Jing, she... she suddenly cut her wrist with a fragment of a vase!"
Hearing this, Zhong Shenghao's pupils constricted. He slammed on the brakes and squeaked!
He put down the phone in his hand and turned the car around!
