Accident
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Young Master, I've just received some bad news…"
Mu Sihan's hand that was holding onto the phone tightened its grip on it when he heard Yi Fan's words. His grip was so strong that he almost smashed the phone.
The bad feeling he had from earlier became stronger.
His handsome face was tensed, as he said with difficulty, "Say it."
"I just received news that the flight towards the capital, FH3014, lost all contact suddenly during the flight. They still haven't found out where the flight lost its signal."
Mu Sihan's black eyes constricted, his lips pursed into a tight line, as a cold aura emanated off of him in waves.
Xiaojie was sitting opposite of Mu Sihan. He did not know who Mu Sihan was talking to, but he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Mu Sihan's expression. "Daddy, what's wrong?"