Upon hearing Qin Ming's words, Chen Yan's pupils shrank violently, and his mind nearly went blank.
Thankfully, his resolve was firm, and he managed to steady his emotions.
But even so, his good mood for the morning was completely gone.
He said with some disbelief, "Zhao Xuan died? What happened? Tell me in detail."
Qin Ming sounded like he was making the call secretly, speaking very softly, "Brother Chen, I can't explain it clearly."
"It's not me who knows about this. It's my older female cousin."
"My cousin was hurriedly called away this morning. But she hasn't returned until now."
"Later, just now, I suddenly received a message from her, telling me to inform you of this news immediately."
"I don't know what happened; I could only call you over and over again."
"But I don't know the specifics."
After hearing Qin Ming's words, Chen Yan was feeling quite out of sorts.
Zhao Xuan died?
How could it be so sudden?
Was it illness? An accident? Or was it man-made?
