Chapter 692: From a Height of 80 Meters, He Fell with Her (2)

Su Zhinian suddenly stood up from the rest chair, and then he heard Brother Kun's voice again: "...As long as that troublesome Su Zhinian is not around, everything will be fine..."

He seemed to be telling people that while driving, his voice became lower and lower, and when he got to the back, Su Zhinian couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Almost without any thought, he ran toward the source of Brother Kun's voice. From this end of the airport, under the gaze of people coming and going, he ran like a 100-meter race to the other side of the airport. At one end, I could barely hear Brother Kun's voice coming from a long, long distance, faintly and intermittently: "...I will be in Aurous Hill soon, one hour...give...one hour... "

"In an hour... I guarantee that the Song family's... daughter, TW's daughter... will get the news from the water... pavilion... falling from the building... all over the country..."

Su Zhinian used up all his energy to gather, but he only heard this.

However, the meaning of what Brother Kun just said is very clear. Within an hour, he will make Song Qingchun fall to his death...

Su Zhinian felt that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his heart started to speed up, and even his temples started to beat.

His mind was spinning rapidly, and he thought about the words he just heard twice in his mind, and then deduced that Song Qingchun should be having dinner in Jinling at this time.

Su Zhinian subconsciously reached out to touch his phone, but then realized that he had left the phone on his seat in a hurry when he came out of the VIP lounge. He hurriedly returned to the VIP room.

Su Zhinian picked up the phone, and the fingertips that unlocked it were trembling extremely.

At this time, he couldn't care less about the unpleasantness between himself and Song Qingchun. He didn't even click on the address book, but directly entered her phone number on the keyboard and dialed it quickly.

The phone was connected and rang several times, but no one answered. Su Zhinian anxiously looked at the bright sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He had no intention of thinking about his luggage and the flight that was about to board the plane. He just called in a hurry. He hurriedly ran out of the airport.

Along the way, Su Zhinian didn't know how many people he accidentally bumped into and how many times he said sorry. When he rushed out of the airport and ran to the parking lot opposite, Song Qingchun's call was finally answered.

The frightened Su Zhinian desperately wanted to confirm Song Qingchun's safety at this time. The moment the call was connected, he immediately called her name anxiously: "Qingchun?"

However, what came over the phone was not Song Qingchun's quietness, nor her indifferent response, but a low and rapid "ah" sound, followed by a very weak whine.

That was her voice, as if someone had covered her mouth.

"Youth? Song Qingchun?" Su Zhinian called Song Qingchun's name several times in succession, but what he heard in response was the "pop" sound of the phone falling to the ground, and then the busy signal after the phone was disconnected.

Did the voice on the phone just now say that something had happened to her?

As this thought settled, cold sweat flowed down Su Zhinian's cheeks. He did not look at the road and was almost hit by a car while crossing the road.

He dialed Qin Yinan while running out of breath into the parking lot.

However, no one answered Qin Yinan's call. Even when he opened the door and got into the car, Qin Yinan's phone automatically turned off.