The two rooms were empty, not a single shadow in sight.
Song Qinghuan searched the living room and study as well, but still couldn't find Aunt Feng.
They both let out a slight sigh of relief, thinking that sometimes no news is the best news.
Not finding her is better than having her collapsed for days without anyone knowing.
Glancing around, Qiao Mo frowned and said, "So late, why isn't Aunt Feng here?"
"Xiao Mo, I remember you saying Aunt Feng is a very virtuous woman." Song Qinghuan stood by the windowsill, looked at the thin layer of dust on it, and spoke.
Qiao Mo remained silent because she too noticed that the sink in the kitchen and bathroom were overly dry, evidently unused for some time.
"I'll call Jing Hao again and ask him. Whether Aunt Feng had plans to go out recently."
With that said, Qiao Mo dialed Jiang Jinghao's number again, even though she knew the likelihood was small.
But she couldn't understand what might have happened to Aunt Feng?
