Being stared at by a scorching gaze, Yun Mingrui couldn't possibly be unaware, but on the highway, he couldn't afford to be distracted.
Until a ringtone rang out, breaking the somewhat awkward situation.
"Help me answer the phone."
Wu Qian picked up the phone, but didn't know which one to answer.
"There's a button with a bit of green on it."
Wu Qian followed the instructions and answered the phone, then a voice came from the other end, "President Yun, we've found the person, but they've already, already passed away."
The phone slipped from her trembling hands, falling onto the passenger seat, tears streaming down hot and fast.
"President Yun, are you still there?"
Yun Mingrui pulled over to the side of the road.
He picked up the phone and asked, "How exactly did it happen?"
Yun Mingrui glanced at someone who had already been stupefied by the news, knowing that this message was hard for her to accept.
But what's done is done, it couldn't be undone now.
