The Alarm Clock

Wang Jie froze, then waved her hands and hurriedly explained, "You've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I wanted to—"

"Ring, ring, ring—"

An alarm suddenly rang out in the office. It was exactly like the one that had woken them that morning.

The moment she heard it, Wang Jie seemed startled. Her face went deathly pale. She muttered something about counting on them, then hurriedly left.

"Damn it!" Yuan Xiaotian pulled an old alarm clock from the bottom drawer of a cabinet. After turning it off, he tossed it onto the desk.

Zhou Tong picked it up, examined it, then set it down again and turned around. "It's the same as the alarm clock in our room."

"I understand the morning alarm. It was meant to wake us up. But why set one for this time?" the Fatty asked.

"There must be a reason," Jiang Cheng said, stroking his chin. "It's probably a reminder to watch out for something, or that something is about to happen."

"Where did Miss Li go?" Lin Muyun asked. Ever since Wang Jie appeared, everyone had been focused on her.

Only when Lin Muyun mentioned Li Mengyao did Jiang Cheng notice that the tall woman in a white shirt and black-rimmed glasses was no longer in the room.

The door was half open.

"Where is she?" Xia Qiang had been standing by the desk, studying the alarm clock, and had only just realized it too.

Feng Jie, who was standing by the door, spoke up. "Li Mengyao saw that Wang Jie looked unwell and was worried something might happen to her. She said she was going to see her out and remind her to avoid taking the elevator for a while."

Li Mengyao had only been gone for a few minutes, but the mood