Bu said something on the other end of the phone, and Chi Xingye's heart suddenly felt as if it had dropped into an abyss. Her fingers gripping the cell phone trembled, "You're saying... the ring has been found?!"
Chi Xingye's reaction was extreme, that inexplicable fear clearly transmitted through the earpiece to the other end of the phone.
Bu's expression hesitated slightly.
He had just sensed from the young lady's tone, why didn't she seem too hopeful about finding the ring?
Without overthinking it, Bu explained, "Miss, it's not that the ring has been found, but we've located its current whereabouts."
"Thank goodness!"
The difference between 'finding' and 'locating' was only one word, but it allowed Chi Xingye's taut heart to suddenly relax, even brightening the view before her eyes.
During her pregnancy, she had worried every day that Bu might suddenly call to tell her that the ring had been found, which was why she had been so nervous she misheard a single word.
