I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 816 Death Countdown (2)

Chapter 816: Chapter 816 Death Countdown (2)

As the start of the Han Family Corporation Design Competition drew nearer, even Old Madam Han and Han Yixiao had arrived, Xia Wan’an finally couldn’t resist pulling out her phone from her purse. She typed and sent a message, "Where are you?"

The message was like a stone sinking into the ocean; Xia Wan’an waited three minutes without any reply.

She again grabbed her phone to try sending another message, and seeing still no response, she directly dialed a call.

The phone rang several times, until the automated voice said, "Sorry, the call you have dialed is not being answered," and it hung up automatically. Xia Wan’an, frowning, took the phone away from her ear.

Just as she was about to dial again, a sneering laugh suddenly came from straight ahead, "Heh..."

The voice was Ai Jiang’s, Xia Wan’an looked up only to see Ai Jiang turning back with a smug expression.

"What? Has your designer developed cold feet?" Ai Jiang caught Xia Wan’an’s gaze, glanced at the empty seat beside her, and scoffed unapologetically.

Xia Wan’an ignored Ai Jiang, touched her screen again, and continued to dial the same number.

Three seconds later, the call connected, as before, the dial tone beeped repeatedly, still unanswered.

"The taste of being stood up must be pretty unpleasant, huh? Xia..." Ai Jiang pretended as if trying to recall the other’s name, tilted her head in thought for a while, only then did she put on a look of sudden realization and continued, "...Ms. Wanwan?"

Xia Wan’an slightly furrowed her brows, still ignoring Ai Jiang.

To maintain her own dignity, Ai Jiang, seeing that Xia Wanwan was not even glancing her way, haughtily lifted her chin and turned her head away, yet she still felt somewhat resentful, recalling how this woman had humiliated her so terribly not long ago. She couldn’t help raising her voice slightly to a person named "AllureLove" beside her, "Dear, the lady behind us is so pitiful, her designer has bolted at the last moment... But even if he hadn’t, dear, he would surely have been no match for you..."

The people sitting around were successfully drawn by Ai Jiang’s words; they all turned their heads to look towards Xia Wan’an.

Noticing the empty seat next to her, curiosity and speculation crossed many eyes.

It had to be said, Ai Jiang really was annoying, just like a fly that buzzes in the moment it sees a crack.

Xia Wan’an acted as if she hadn’t noticed the gazes of the people around her, and once again opened her call log. Before she could make another call, an incoming call already arrived.

The vibration of the phone made Ai Jiang glance back.

In front of her, Xia Wan’an held the phone to her ear, softly asking, "Are you here? Enter and come straight to the second floor, I’m in the third row..."

After hanging up, Xia Wan’an looked up, sweeping a glance at Ai Jiang.

Though she said nothing, her gaze told Ai Jiang: sorry to disappoint you.

Frustrated by her unsuccessful provocation, Ai Jiang pursed her lips and scoffed before turning her head back.

Five minutes later, someone approached Xia Wan’an, "I’m here..."

His voice sounded somewhat familiar, Xia Wan’an paused before she looked up.

Ai Jiang, who was sitting in front, had a similar reaction and almost reflexively turned her head.