Wen Ying’s fingers curled into a fist. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Lin Rongyin said a few more words on her end before hanging up. Wen Ying listened to the dial tone, then shot to her feet and looked at the man not far away. “Mr. Huo,” she began softly, “my mother…” Huo Xingzhou’s voice was devoid of emotion. “Be back before the end of the day.” “Thank you, Mr. Huo!” Wen Yin