Summer weather could change in an instant.
The sun had been blazing that morning, but dark clouds drifted in as afternoon approached.
After rushing out the door, Yan Ningke suddenly remembered something. He immediately took out his phone and made a call.
Ring-
His heart raced violently through the long ringing, a bottomless panic rising inside him.
"Pick up, pick up..."
Yan Ningke frowned, licking his lips over and over, his clenched hand trembling slightly.
"The number you have dialed is not answering at the moment."
Only when the automated closing message sounded did Yan Ningke squeeze his eyes shut. He took a deep breath, then quickly found the driver's number and called.
Another long wait followed. At the very last moment before the call automatically disconnected, someone answered.
"Mr. Yan?"
Yan Ningke cut him off, speaking rapidly. "Where are you? Are you with Shao Ke?"
"No. Mr. Shao sent me out on an errand."
Yan Ningke's expression turned grave. "Then who drove him to the office?"
"Assistant Lin arranged it. Is something wrong?"
Yan Ningke had no time to explain. "Can you contact that person? Or give me Assistant Lin's number..."
This was too slow. There was less than an hour left until the time of the accident described in the book, and the drive from the office to the overpass took half an hour.
That meant the meeting might be about to end.
Yan Ningke really could not wait any longer. That sense of panic kept filling his heart.
Perhaps he had eaten too much; his stomach kept churning. Fighting back nausea, Yan Ningke went straight to the point. "Uncle Zhang, contact Assistant Lin. Have him find the driver and tell him not to take the overpass!"
A puzzled voice came from the other end. "Huh? Has something