Late at night, the dark sky showed not a hint of light.
The villa was brightly lit, the few people inside had no desire to sleep.
Han Yi finally came out of Han Jiaojiao's room. He slowly walked downstairs, looking as if he had been fished out of water, with large patches of his clothes soaked in sweat. The several men in the living room all looked at him.
"Brother Han..." Yan Xiao felt a bit uneasy, "Chen Feng didn't answer the phone. I heard that the city government had recruited a batch of medical personnel. He might have gone there."
Xiao Jian cursed quietly.
Lu Changyuan glanced at Han Yi and asked him, "How is she doing?"
Han Yi sat down, looking utterly somber. He tried to pull a tissue to wipe his sweat, but Lu Changyuan noticed his hands were shaking; he failed to pull out a tissue even after two attempts. Xiao Jian, who was sitting beside him, pulled out two tissues and handed them to Han Yi.