Chapter 883: He Hanchuan is Dead

require so many people following along." He waved his hand impatiently.But the maid followed closely behind him, her attitude resolute. “Doctor Wang, this is Mr. Feng’s request. We must do our utmost...Upon hearing her words, the maid was momentarily stunned, staring at her in surprise.

"My lady, what's wrong Don't scare me like this! What happened"

And A-Wei raised her hand, pressing down hard on her heart that was pounding wildly, breathing heavily.

A wave of unease washed over her, threatening to consume her completely.

"Something's wrong, Hanchuan... he must have gotten into something, I have a feeling things aren't good for him..."

"Madam, you mustn't speak like that." The maid was startled and hurriedly reminded her, "You mustn't say things like that, it's not auspicious. If something happens to the master, he will definitely send a text message. We haven't received any messages, have we!"

"No, this time is different."

Towards Evening clenched her lips tightly, so hard that even her lip color turned purplish.

She was wearing pajamas, her long hair disheveled and falling behind her. Her delicate face was incredibly pale!

"Phone! I want a phone!" she screamed hysterically.

The maid wanted to say something more, but when she saw Xiang Wan's pained expression, she was taken aback.

In her impression, 向晚 has always been an elegant and graceful figure. She is very quiet and refined, even when going out to buy groceries, she would dress up.

I've never seen her like this before, totally wild-eyed and disheveled!

"Alright, ma'am, please calm down for a moment. I'll go get your phone right away." The maid hurried to remind her, then stood up and helped look for the phone.

She quickly took the phone, "Ma'am, your phone..."

Towards Evening snatched it over, just as she opened the screen, a message from Han Chuan popped up in her WeChat.

When she saw this unread message, A-wei's heart skipped a beat, as if it were pierced by a needle.

She didn't even have the courage to open the message.

These days, whenever she called He Hanchuan, he would always say that he was busy and hang up the phone after only a few words.diating from him, and even her cheeks flushed red."Let go of me at once!"But Feng Mu held her palm tightly, refusing to let go. His fingers gently rubbed against her palm, his voice low and magnetic,"...