"He also told me a lot of your lifestyle habits, what you like to eat, what you don't like to eat, even your measurements and inner..."

Xia Wan'an, who almost muttered her underwear, hurriedly shut up.

She looked at Han Jingnian with a little embarrassed, and it seemed that the man's attention was not on the words she said at the end. His eyebrows were frowned tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xia Wan'an couldn't help but speak again: "What's wrong?"

Han Jingnian didn't say anything, but his expression was so low that it was terrifying, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Xia Wan'an's heart inexplicably skipped a beat and said again: "Han Jingnian, it's..."

Before she could ask, Han Jingnian suddenly met her eyes, "Which cell phone is he giving you?"

Xia Wan'an hurriedly picked up the bag he carried with him, took out the phone from Han Jingnian's work: "Here, it's this phone..."

Han Jingnian looked at the black phone in Xia Wan'an's palm, and his eyebrows were twisted.

"I forgot if you don't ask me. Assistant Zhang told me a lot of work matters yesterday, and even told me some important itineraries for you next week next week... I thought it was quite strange at the time. Now thinking about it, I think his attitude is like explaining his funeral..."

Xia Wan'an muttered to Han Jingnian for a long whisper. When she said the last four words, Han Jingnian took away the fingertips of her phone and trembled slightly. The next second he said, "Yes, you are right."

"Ah?" Xia Wan'an was stunned by Han Jingnian's sudden words.

Han Jingnian didn't answer her words. He lowered his head, stared at the phone in his palm for a moment, and murmured: "He is just explaining the funeral..."

"It must be something wrong with him, otherwise he wouldn't have done this. He must have had something big happen to him..."

Han Jingnian talked to herself, which made Xia Wan'an even more confused. She subconsciously wanted to ask Han Jingnian: "What's going on?"

But before she could even speak, Han Jingnian suddenly spoke again: "Maybe he... will be the same as them, he will die... will die..."

As the word "death" was spit out from Han Jingnian's mouth, he suddenly untied his seat belt and walked towards the bathroom of the plane.

"Han Jingnian..." Xia Wan'an subconsciously called Han Jingnian, but Han Jingnian was so fast that the moment she finished speaking, the bathroom door had been closed.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... Five minutes, Xia Wan'an saw that Han Jingnian had not come out of the bathroom for a long time. She always felt that there was something wrong with her. She couldn't help but get up and walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

The bathroom was quiet and there was no sound.

Xia Wan'an waited for two or three minutes and knocked on the door twice: "Han Jingnian?"

As she finished speaking, she heard a cramped breathing sound from the bathroom.

Xia Wan'an is so familiar with this breathing sound... It was a scene that Han had only experienced when he was suffering from dark phobia for many years...
Chapter completed!