Lin Sijun on the other end did not speak, and Huo Qianqian could not help but frown, saying, "If there's nothing to talk about, I'm going to hang up."
"Wait a minute..." Lin Sijun felt a sudden urgency in his heart upon Huo Qianqian's response, saying, "I really have something..."
"Just say what it is you have to say." Huo Qianqian's tone carried a hint of helplessness, "I'm still at work."
"Director Wang passed away at midnight today."
As soon as Lin Sijun finished speaking, Huo Qianqian's expression froze on her face, and Wei Yan stood beside her, watching as a layer of crystal clearness spread over Huo Qianqian's eyes.
"How could it be so sudden..." Huo Qianqian's voice was choked with emotion, "I saw him just last month..."
"Yes, it was very sudden." Lin Sijun's voice was filled with a touch of emotion, "I had dinner with him when I came to the school to give a lecture a few days ago, but he had a car accident on his way home last night."
