Inside the dorm, An Ning focused her spiritual power, observing every piece of furniture in the room.
'Kidnapped? Impossible.'
Then what on earth could have made Lin Cuihua leave the house without a word?
RING RING RING—
The urgent ringing shattered An Ning's concentration. She walked into the room, her eyes narrowing. 'Lin Cuihua has been in here.'
Lin Cuihua would never enter An Ning's room without permission. She picked up the incessantly ringing phone, her voice cool yet calm.
"Hello?"
"Is this An Ning? This is her phone, right?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"This is the police department. You need to come down here right away!"
The speaker's tone was a mix of questioning and undeniable arrogance. Most people would have been stunned by that tone, especially with the mention of the police department.
"Which police department? What's your name? What's your badge number?"
