He Chen draped his arms over the sofa, tilted his head back, and murmured, "Yin Mo, who the hell did you have the child for? You sent my daughter away and didn't even give me a heads up?"
Yin Mo's eyes flickered, and she said just one sentence, plunging He Chen into a whirlpool of existential doubt.
...
That night, after finishing an assessment, Shang Yin also sensed something amiss.
His little girl hadn't sent him any messages all day, nor had she called.
This was illogical!
He Yanmo was usually very attached to him. Even though they hadn't met each other often in the past few years, their chat box usually had new messages almost every day.
But today, there was no routine good morning from He Yanmo, nor any of her homemade emojis; the phone was eerily silent, as if it were broken.
Shang Yin asked Shang Qi and Shang Yao, as well as Gu Yingjun and Li Enyou, but none had any accurate information.
