Zhong Xiran, slumped over the desk in a light sleep, stirred the instant Huo Xin spoke. Her eyes flew open to find him holding her phone, and she shot to her feet. The jacket draped over her shoulders slipped to the floor. On the phone’s glowing screen, an active call with Qi Sinian. The timer was ticking relentlessly upward: 00:48… The color drained from Zhong Xiran’s face. She snatched the phone