Han Zaiye nodded and walked upstairs with Zhang Dongyi.
Pushing open the door to Han Shengmei's room, they found it empty.
"Sheng Mei, are you there?" Zhang Dongyi called out as he entered the room. It was his first time in Sheng Mei's room, which still carried a faint scent of her perfume.
Finding no one in the bathroom, Zhang Dongyi then proceeded to the cloakroom, which was also empty. "Sheng Mei is not here; she must have gone out. I'll call her again." Perhaps Sheng Mei was driving and couldn't answer the phone.
Zhang Dongyi took out his mobile phone and dialed Han Shengmei's number once more.
A melodious ringtone sounded in the room.
Han Zaiye walked over to the bed and picked up the phone lying next to the pillow, a trace of contemplation in his eyes. Sheng Mei wasn't in her room, and the housemaid hadn't seen her leave; where could she have gone? And how could she possibly leave without her phone?
