C51 Special Day(2)

Yanh Qing's hands kept shaking, and he almost couldn't hold his phone steady. The ten seconds he waited for the call to go through was the most unbearable moment for him.

"Quick! Find, find, find. . . Ruoruo!" Pu Yi picked up the call. Yanh Qing said hurriedly, but he did not realize that he was stuttering even more seriously. "She's not. . . No, no. She's gone. I, I. . . I. . . I can't find her