Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

On the other end of the phone, Nan Weiwei's voice came through the receiver, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency.

Xu Xiaoxiao frowned, and a rustling noise was still echoing in her ears. The sound was fragmented and vague, which made her feel a little confused.

"Weiwei, where are you? What are you doing?"

There was some concern and confusion in Xu Xiaoxiao's voice. She tried to catch some clues from Nan Weiwei's tone.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm looking for some information in the library, what's wrong?"

Nan Weiwei's voice sounded a little suppressed, and she seemed to be concentrating on the matter at hand.

"Library? What information are you looking for? Can't you check it on your phone?"

Xu Xiaoxiao was even more confused. She didn't understand why Nan Weiwei had to go to the library in person instead of using her mobile phone to look for information.

Nan chuckled softly, with a hint of mystery and pride in his voice: "Xiaoxiao, you don't understand this! Some things are better in their original form. How can electronic versions be as flavorful as paper versions? I won't talk to you anymore. I'm busy."

Before he could finish his words, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

Xu Xiaoxiao held the phone in her hand, her brows furrowed, the doubts in her heart growing like weeds.

She murmured to herself, "Weiwei, what are you busy with? The library? Information? I hope nothing happens to you."

The lights in the store were dim and warm, but Xu Xiaoxiao felt a subtle worry in her heart.

She decided that when Nan Weiwei came back, she would ask her what she was busy with.

As night fell, the lights in the store gradually dimmed, but Xu Xiaoxiao felt more and more uneasy.

Nan Weiwei still hadn't come back and no one answered the phone, which made Xu Xiaoxiao's worry grow like weeds.

She stood at the door of the store, her eyes piercing through the night, trying to find Nan Weiwei's figure among the crowd coming and going.

But the night was dark and the crowd was rushing around, so where was the slightest trace of Nan Weiwei?

Xu Xiaoxiao sighed, the anxiety in her heart surging like a tide.

She decided that she couldn't wait any longer and had to find Nan Weiwei to see where she was and what she was busy with.

She hurried back to the store, spoke briefly to her colleagues, picked up her coat and cell phone, and walked out of the store quickly.

In the night, her figure appeared particularly determined, as if no matter how many unknowns and difficulties lay ahead, she would find Nan Weiwei and ensure her safety.

Xu Xiaoxiao walked quickly in the night, the street lights stretched her shadow long, in sharp contrast with the silence around her. Her heart was filled with uneasiness and anxiety, Nan Weiwei's disappearance made her feel unprecedentedly worried.

She called Nan Weiwei, but the other end of the line was still busy, with no response. This made her even more anxious, and her pace quickened involuntarily.

"Weiwei, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet so late?"

Xu Xiaoxiao called out silently in her heart, hoping that Nan Weiwei could hear her voice and give her a response.

The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but Xu Xiaoxiao had no time to care.

The only thing in her heart was Nan Weiwei's safety. Only by finding her could she feel relieved.

She decided to go to the library that Nan Weiwei often mentioned, hoping she could find some trace of her there.

She quickened her pace and ran towards the library.

In the night, her figure seemed so determined and persistent, as if no matter how many difficulties lay ahead, she would find Nan Weiwei and ensure her safety.

But the library was empty....