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As if seeing hope, Ling Shuang hurriedly grabbed her phone and looked for Bai Xiaolan's phone number.

After a moment, she weakly lowered her phone, then raised it again and dialed Fang Mingxu's number, but no one answered.

Speaking of which, in the past two months, Ling Shuang had only found Fang Mingxu the first time.

Just when Ling Shuang was about to be disappointed again, Uncle Li handed over a mobile phone with Bai Xiaolan's dialing page displayed on it.

Ling Shuang was overjoyed, as if she had been hungry for several days and saw food. She suddenly grabbed the phone and put it to her ear.

"Hey, Bai Xiaolan, you have Mr. Han..."

Not knowing what the other party said, Ling Shuang said no more, with tears in her eyes. After returning the phone to Uncle Li, she stepped on the chair she was sitting on, buried her head in her knees, and her shoulders shook slightly.

Uncle Li didn't say anything, he just stood aside, waiting for instructions at any time.

The kitten seemed to understand that its owner was sad, so it just sat on the floor of the chair, raised its head and stared with round eyes, silently accompanying him.

Bai Xiaolan didn't know where Cheng Sihan was.

Cheng Sihan, where are you?

Did he just disappear without a trace?

If she hadn't been in Lan Garden, Uncle Li would have been standing beside her.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many people related to Cheng Sihan around him.

She really wondered if she had had a very long dream.

For two months, Ling Shuang only knew from Cheng Yinyang's mouth that Cheng Sihan was safe, and he refused to reveal a word about it.

There was nothing she could do but wait.

For dinner, the table was full of dishes. Ling Shuang only took a few bites, then put down her chopsticks and left the table to go back to her room.

As soon as one foot stepped on the stairs upstairs, the sound of a car engine came from outside the hall.

Ling Shuang turned around and stumbled towards the door.

As long as a car came, Ling Shuang would always run to the door. Every time she had hope, hoping to see Cheng Sihan getting out of the car, but she was disappointed every time.

Despite being disappointed many times, she still walked out the door every time.

This time, she was not completely disappointed.

The one who got off the car was Zhou Yi.

"Young madam, come with me." Zhou Yi opened the back seat door respectfully.

"Okay!" Ling Shuang trembled excitedly.

Zhou Yi's appearance meant that Cheng Sihan was also back.

Ling Shuang got into the car wearing thin home clothes, without even changing her shoes, and closed the car door herself, fearing that Zhou Yi would kick her out of the car the next second.

Along the way, Ling Shuang huddled in a corner and trembled. She didn't dare to ask or speak, for fear that opening her mouth would wake her up from this dream.

The car stopped in front of a single-family villa in a villa area not far from the city center.

Zhou Yi opened the car door and said respectfully: "Mrs. Cheng, Mr. Cheng is waiting for you inside!"

Ling Shuang ignored the cold air that poured into the car and got out of the car. Before Zhou Yi could put a piece of clothing on her, her thin cotton slippers stepped on the thin snow on the ground and rushed to the door.

The door of the villa is ajar.

Ling Shuang stretched out her hands that were red from the cold, tremblingly pushed open a gap, squeezed in sideways, and called in a low voice: "Mr. Han..."

All Ling Shuang's movements were very light, even her breathing was light. She was still afraid that a little heavy movement would wake her up from this dream.

In the living room of the villa, only the floor lamp next to the sofa was turned on. The dim light only illuminated the brown leather sofa, but there was no one on the sofa.

Ling Shuang groped into the dark night, her expectant eyes frantically searching for a familiar figure in the dark night.

"Mr. Han..." Ling Shuang's cry was very soft.

When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could vaguely see a familiar figure sitting on a swivel chair near the window with the curtains drawn.

"Mr. Han, is that you?"