Since night fell, she has been sitting by the bed, either looking into the dark through the window or making calls and sending texts.
But the responses she received were either cold shutdown prompts or the silence of a stone sinking into the sea.
"Where could Victor be right now?" Helen muttered to herself, gently rubbing her phone screen with her fingers.
There is a lot of information about Kongges in the social groups, discussing how many crimes this 'Black Police' has committed, and lambasting his domineering behavior.
Only Helen is worried about Zhou Qingfeng, who is staying at the Congers' house, and wants to know his current situation, worrying that her actions might be too presumptuous and cause displeasure.
Finally, she sighed deeply, slowly shook her head, and placed the phone on the bedside cabinet.
"Forget it, forget it, this is too crazy. That kid might think I'm harassing him, and if this continues, I might lose my teaching job because of it."
