Chapter 701: It Can’t Be Her!

Hearing Yi Fan's words, Mu Sihan's whole body trembled.

The fingers that were about to enter the laptop password suddenly tightened, and the black eyes were sharp and cold and locked on Yi Fan, and the eyebrows were wrinkled, "What did you say?"

Yi Fan did not dare to look at Mu Sihan's current expression. He lowered his head and lowered his voice, "In the private car where the explosion occurred, Miss Nan and Princess Lucy were sitting."

Mu Sihan's handsome and profound face suddenly became tense and gloomy.

He suddenly stood up from the leather chair, his movements were too fast and too violent, and his knees hit the desk, making a impact sound that hurt. However, he seemed not to feel anything, and only stared with his bottomless black eyes. With Yifan.

The thin lips under the high nose bridge were pursed into a straight line.

Although Yi Fan didn't look at him, he could feel the temperature of the surrounding air dropping significantly.

"Yi Fan, do you know what you are talking about?" Mu Sihan's voice was sinister, as if Yi Fan would eat him alive if he spoke nonsense again.

Yi Fan gritted his teeth and replied, "Master, it's absolutely true. I've sent people there, and people from the Qiao family have also arrived."

Mu Sihan walked out of the desk, strode up to Yi Fan with flying strides, and grabbed Yi Fan's collar with his big palm, so hard that he almost lifted him up, "Lucy will be taken back to the neighborhood by Los today." How could she and Nan Zhi be in the same car with Lose watching?"

Mu Sihan's strength was so terrifying that Yi Fan didn't dare to struggle and let him hold on to his collar tightly. He replied without daring to take a breath, "I don't know about this, but as far as I know, Miss Nan is at work." On the way, we were stopped by Princess Lucy’s car.”

Although Mu Sihan didn't believe this was true, Yi Fan had the guts to say it, so he had to believe it.

All the strength in his body suddenly felt as if it had been sucked away by a huge syringe.

After releasing Yi Fan's collar, Mu Sihan's tall and straight body took a few steps back.

He put his big palms on the desk, veins were pulsing on his forehead, and he spoke in a tight and hoarse voice, "So how is she doing?"

In fact, I felt something bad in my heart, otherwise Yi Fan wouldn't look so heavy.

But he didn't believe at all that something unexpected would happen to her——

Maybe the car exploded and she was only injured, but her life was not in danger.

However, Yi Fan's next words were like thunder exploding in his ears.

"The car exploded, and the chance of survival was slim."

Car accidents, such accidents, happen every day around the world in today's developed automobile industry.

But he never thought that when he heard about the car accident this time, it was her who was involved in the accident——

Yi Fan looked at Mu Sihan, whose face was extremely tense, and his heart clenched tightly. The atmosphere in the office exuded a dead silence, which was so suffocating that one could hardly breathe.

Mu Sihan closed his bottomless eyes, and the scene of him and her kissing while lying on the bed in the morning appeared in his mind. Her beautiful little face seemed to be right in front of him. Once he closed his eyes, he could still feel her. Fragrant fragrance and soft lips.

"Contact which hospital she is in now?" He refused and did not want to believe that she was separated from him by the explosion.

Yi Fan nodded, "Okay."

Mu Sihan's tall body leaned on the desk.

The knuckles of the hands on the table turned white.

His face was still gloomy, but all consciousness was far away. He looked at Yi Fan blankly, only to see Yi Fan's lips opening and closing, as if he was asking something anxiously, but he didn't hear a word he said. .

While Yi Fan was on the phone to confirm the situation of the accident, he glanced at Mu Sihan out of the corner of his eye. After following him for many years, he rarely saw him look so lost.

A few minutes later, Yifan finished the call.

He walked up to Mu Sihan again and said in a heavy voice, "Master, it has been confirmed that the two women in the car were burned. His Highness Los and the Qiao family are now in the funeral parlor."

Mu Sihan's hands on the table slowly clenched into fists, and the blue blood vessels on the backs of his hands swelled.

He stood up straight, a pair of narrow obsidian eyes suddenly appeared, and his out-of-control emotions returned to normal. He shouted coldly, "No, nothing will happen to her!"

After saying that, he strode outside the office.

In the corridor, he met Ye Yanfeng who was also going downstairs.

Seeing Mu Sihan's gloomy expression, as if a storm was coming, Ye Yanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mu Sihan didn't take the elevator and rushed directly towards the stairs to the security door.

Ye Yanfeng put his hands in his trouser pockets and watched as Mu Sihan ran downstairs and Yi Fan hurriedly chased after him. There was confusion in his eyes.

He asked the assistant behind him, "What's the big deal?"

The assistant shook his head, "Except for the car accident on the viaduct in the morning, there is nothing major. However, the media has not reported the car accident on the viaduct yet. It seems that the news has been suppressed."

Ye Yanfeng frowned thoughtfully, and after a few seconds of silence, he said to the assistant behind him, "Check what happened in the car accident? Is there anyone Ye Sihan cares about?"

"OK."

…

Yi Fan drove Mu Sihan to the funeral home.

On the way, many work calls came in, but he ignored them all.

The whole person seemed to have been hit in the head, his thoughts were misty, and his heart was empty.

Yi Fan knew that he was in a hurry and the car was going very fast.

The journey that originally took forty minutes took him just over twenty minutes to arrive.

Because this car accident involved the princess of a neighboring country and the granddaughter of the Qiao family, many police officers came outside the funeral home.

The car stopped, and Yi Fan opened the rear door. Looking at the man whose face was as cold as a sculpture, and whose body was filled with chills from the inside out, Yi Fan said cautiously, "Master, we're here."

Mu Sihan slowly raised his eyelids and glanced outside.

My temples started to sting and hurt.

"Master."

Mu Sihan got out of the car with a cold expression.

Yi Fan's people were waiting for them at the door.

"Your Highness, Butler Yi, please come this way."

Yi Fan looked at the man who seemed to be stepping on a sharp edge every step he took, and wanted to give him a hand, but his whole body was exuding an icy coldness that kept strangers away, making people afraid to approach him.

As soon as he entered the funeral home, Mu Sihan heard heartbreaking cries.

That voice... came from An Feng and Qiao's mother.

Mu Sihan's empty heart suddenly tightened, as if there was an invisible black thing holding it tightly.

After walking a few steps forward, he saw Mother Qiao and An Feng hugging each other and crying bitterly. Qiao Yanze stood aside, his eyes scarlet and bloodshot, and his mood was low, as if he was about to collapse.

Opposite him, Ross stood with an equally heavy expression.

Mu Sihan walked up to Qiao Yanze with heavy steps and grabbed his collar with both hands. "It's not true, right? She's still fine, isn't she?"