Meanwhile, on Jiang Xuan's end, the constantly flashing cursor disappeared, and he had pinpointed Xia Ye's mobile signal.
The map kept zooming in, the position of the red dot becoming increasingly precise and clearer, eventually coalescing into a cluster of stars in the depths of the man's eyes.
At last, he had found her...
The servant, carrying a tray of tea, knocked on the study's door, "Mr. Jiang, please have some tea first..."
The room was empty, leaving only the sheer curtain beside the floor-to-ceiling window, which the wind blew high—
**
Only the last minute was left on the timer, 60 seconds was hardly enough to do anything.
The ticking of the bomb grew closer, as if one could already smell the eager gunpowder.
Shen Zhixi was gripping Luo Yi San's neck tightly, while Luo Yi San, in agony, crouched at his feet: "Shen, Mr. Shen..."
