There was no news for two days in a row, and Zhang Jing really couldn't sit still.

However, there were many affairs on this day, and she was busy until after ten o'clock in the evening before she could get out, so she found a secluded place and dialed Tan Tian's phone.

"Hey, Aunt Zhang, what's the matter?" Tan Tian asked lightly.

"What-" Zhang Jing choked speechlessly, "You've been out for two days, why don't you find you?!" Look at me like an ant on a hot pan—" Seeing that his tone was flat, Zhang Jing was a little relieved.

"Ah," Tan Tian was holding a feather duster at the moment, gently sweeping the dust on the curtains, "I found it, it's more difficult than I imagined, but fortunately I found it-cough." The dust accidentally got into his nose, and he couldn't help coughing dryly.

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