Jiang Sifan fell silent.
Of course, he felt something was wrong too, but he didn't want to think the worst.
That was Wen Wan's mother. He couldn't say anything in front of Wen Wan.
Lu Fan saw what was on his mind and relaxed his tone slightly. "I had someone look into it," he continued. "Her grandfather's illness really isn't serious; he'll be out of the hospital in a few days. But her mom was in such a rush to call her back, and she specifically chose to call when you were busy at the studio. Don't you think that's too much of a coincidence?"
Jiang Sifan's fingers tightened around his teacup. His voice was strained. "What did you find out?"
Lu Fan didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "Wen Wan is a good kid—great personality, down-to-earth. Her mom used to ask her for money, and she always gave it. This time she was called back for something more than just money, I'm afraid."
"Then what is it?" Jiang Sifan looked up at him, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
