After parting with Bo Lin, Hua Jian returned to the apartment alone and dug out his little cardboard box.
As he sifted through its contents, he couldn't settle his nerves, though he didn't know why.
It felt as if something was about to happen.
Pressing a hand over his pounding heart, he stood on the terrace to get some air.
The sky gradually darkened, and it seemed as though every light in the Imperial Capital had come on.
Even living on a high floor, he could hear the endless honking below.
It was the evening rush hour. No wonder.
That inexplicable tension seemed to ease a little. Suddenly, the phone he had left in his room rang.
Hua Jian whipped his head around.
The familiar ringtone somehow sounded shrill and ominous now.
He pressed his lips together and walked over.
"Hello? Bo Lin, what's wrong?"
"Hua Jian, don't panic. Listen to me."
Hua Jian's expression instantly turned cold. "What happened?"
"The Poulton Family Head arrived in the Imperial Capital today. On his way into the city from the airport, a truck hit his car."
Hua Jian's heart plummeted. The sudden sense of foreboding had become reality, and all at once, he grew calm.
"Has he been taken to a hospital? Which one? I'll go there now. Have they caught the truck driver?"
"My godfather..."
Bo Lin said softly, "Don't panic. I've sent Jiang Kai to wait downstairs at your apartment. He'll drive you to the hospital. The dean there is an old friend of my grandfather's. Don't worry."
Hua Jian squeezed his eyes shut. "All right."
In the original novel, the Poulton Family Head had died this year.
Now, Lü Lin and Doctor Fula, the threats at his godfather's side, had already been dealt with.
Why had his godfather still