"What serious injury?" Zhan Nanjue asked, puzzled.
Cheng Zijin said, "Someone just told Shirao that you were seriously injured, like it was urgent, as if you could die at any moment..."
"Who said that?!" Zhan Nanjue's pupils contracted tightly.
"I don't recognize them either..." Cheng Zijin suddenly had a bad feeling, "Could something have happened? Nanjue, you're not injured, so why would someone tell her you're hurt and urge her to hurry over?!"
Zhan Nanjue's eyes suddenly widened, and he asked anxiously, "Do you know where she went?"
Cheng Zijin, seeing Zhan Nanjue's loss of control, was startled and quickly replied, "At that time, the person didn't say, and Shirao didn't ask; she just ran off. I don't know where she went either."
"Shirao must have gone to Warehouse No. 9; I'll go find her. Ziyan, you take over here first."
"I'm coming too!" Yan Ziyan quickly followed, "You're not in a position to drive, let me handle it!"
