As soon as the car pulled into the private hangar, Qingran's gaze swept across the tarmac.
No sign of Haoyu.
Her chest tightened. She parked near the aircraft and climbed out quickly, motioning for Yichen to stay put.
"Wait here. Don't talk to anyone, and don't try anything stupid," she said curtly.
Yichen raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. "You think I'm going to hijack a plane? Relax."
She turned to Anya. "This is my older brother Tzang Yichen. Keep an eye on him while I go search for Haoyu."
Anya nodded as Yichen climbed on the craft, finding a spot to seat down.
Meanwhile, Haoyu moved quickly through the narrow stairwell, his breaths uneven.
He had checked Meng Nian's building three times now.
Apartment locked. No answer. No signs of him.
He rang again. Nothing.
"Damn it…"
He ran a hand through his hair, about to give up, when he caught movement from the other side of the building—someone descending the opposite staircase.
His heart jumped. It was Meng Nian.
