C842 Wishful Thinking

"Why is it only two o'clock?" Xia Yihan whispered. She took out her phone to call Zhao Wenying, but was afraid that she would tell her that everything was alright as usual. Xia Yihan comforted herself. She placed her phone on the sofa.

Time ticked away. Xia Yihan frowned as she looked at the second hand, unable to move it.

Even at 5 o'clock, there was still no one left.

"Young Madam