The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

Li Jingxing picked up the phone, and Cheng Yue's voice trembled with coldness: "Boss Li, Qiao Yan is missing."

"We have had a collapse here, and the coal mines underneath have been dug out."

“A lot of people were buried.”

"The house where Qiao Yan lived also collapsed."

“The phone call was unavailable.”

A beam of lightning struck down, with thunder and lightning. The man's face was terribly gloomy and pale. His fingertips holding the phone were trembling, and a sense of panic spread in his heart for no reason.

The man lowered his dark eyes, which were shrouded in a dark aura that was so cold and sharp that it was terrifying, like a demon from hell.

He tried to control his voice: "Well, I understand."

Li Jingxing hung up the phone, and with trembling hands he dialed Qiao Yan's number over and over again.

He waited for her to call him first, but in the end he called first.

But the phone call on the other end kept coming back, and only the cold female voice reminded him again and again that Qiao Yan was not in good condition and could not answer the call.

For the first time, he deeply regretted why he agreed to let her act.

It's not like he can't support her.

Why let her act?

If you don't go, you won't encounter this danger.

Ji Yanzhi also heard Cheng Yue's voice. He frowned and sent a big red envelope to Qiao Yan.

This time, the opponent's cub was not killed immediately.

Ji Yanzhi also became a little restless. He sent a message to Qiao Yan uncomfortably: "Is he really dead?"

Qiao Yan still didn't reply to his message.

Li Jingxing stared at Ji Yanzhi closely, his eyes filled with inquiry and urgent hope.

Ji Yanzhi pursed his lips and shook his head: "I can't contact her either."

Qiao Yan might refuse Li Jingxing's call, but she would definitely not miss Ji Yanzhi's big red envelope.

She loves money so much, but she didn't even accept the red envelope. I guess she's in real trouble.

Li Jingxing felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

That nameless panic entangled him tightly.

Li Jingxing never thought that if Qiao Yan died one day.

What should he do.

Such a troublemaker as her, who is both pretentious and stupid, should be exiled for a thousand years.

Even if Li Jingxing died, she could still live on for many years.

The man couldn't wait any longer. He felt anxious and uneasy every minute.

He casually dialed a number, and suddenly a terrifying aura emanated from his body. His voice was as cold as ice: "Li Yi, go mobilize the helicopter."

Li always obeys orders: "Yes."

Ji Qi'an grabbed Li Jingxing's arm, his face serious and thoughtful: "Are you going to look for Qiao Yan?"

"I don't know what's going on over there. It's raining so hard."

Ji Qi'an was calmer than Li Jingxing, and his face was full of disapproval: "You're going there by helicopter, are you crazy?"

He said coldly: "I'll have someone repair the road, and you can drive over there when the time comes."

"I'll help you find someone."

"She's lucky, she'll be fine."

The man pushed his hand away and looked up at Ji Qian'an. His deep eyes were full of red bloodshot and his voice was hoarse: "Qiao Yan is gone."

Li Jingxing's eyes were frighteningly cold: "I don't want to wait any longer."

"Not even for a second."

When will the road be repaired?

If it can't be repaired and Qiao Yan is trapped underground, who will save her?

During that long period of time, saving people was a race against time, and he had no idea what the specific situation was over there.