The muscles in his back sank into the soft leather seat, and his gaze casually fell on the houses and fields covered by the night outside the window.
Just then.
The phone, which had been put back in the bag, started vibrating again, letting out a cheerful ringtone.
Seeing the words "Teacher Lin" flashing on the screen, Fang Cheng's originally stern lips unconsciously softened a bit.
He raised his hand to press the answer button and placed the phone to his ear.
Lin Chuqiao's extremely anxious voice immediately came through from the other side:
"Brother Cheng, are you okay?"
"I just saw a huge explosion near the East Suburb TV Tower, and there was a tremor. Is it... related to you?"
"Where are you now? I'm at the highway exit near the East Suburb, driving over to pick you up right away!"
She fired off a barrage of questions at one go, with barely a pause in between, her voice clearly trembling.
