The maid said, "I can't contact the second young lady; she hasn't come home for a while now."
Qiao Xi remained silent for a long time, suddenly finding her thoughts somewhat muddled.
During the silent pause, the maid did not hang up the phone, as the matter regarding Qiao Zhenbin still required attention.
After a long moment, Qiao Xi, believing herself calm, said, "I will go and see."
She hated Qiao Zhenbin, but she had never wished for his death.
She wanted him to live and spend the next few decades struggling with remorse.
How could such a scourge die suddenly?
His entire life, he should be condemned by his conscience.
Considering his age, he could have lived another twenty or thirty years, Qiao Xi had never thought he would die at this age.
Qiao Xi's emotions were indescribably complex.
She couldn't even digest the news for a moment.
She sat on the sofa for a long time, and just as she regained her senses, changed clothes, and was about to leave, her phone rang.
