Song Yan gradually regained her composure and waited for the assistant to exit before pressing the call button.

"Why did it take so long to answer the phone," Song Huaiji said anxiously, "I'm still thinking, if you don't answer, I'll go straight to you in a teleportation array."

Song Yan took a deep breath, trying her best to keep her tone as indifferent as possible: "I'm looking for me so late, what's the matter?"

Du Lanze brought news that according to the latest monitoring report of their monitoring station, the first intersection of the two space trajectories is coming soon.

Song Yan's expression changed, he sat up involuntarily, and asked, "After so much effort, there is still no way to avoid the collision?"

"The result is much more optimistic than the previous prediction," Song Huaijin reassured him, "but the time is too limited, we can only minimize the possible harm. At present, the ABO family has activated the first-level defense system and deployed sufficient Countermeasures, but in fact, because they are in a high plane, if there is a real collision, the one who is in a more disadvantageous situation is your Zero Realm."

Song Yan understands what he means. The technology level of Zero World lags behind other planes by too much. He has been vigorously supporting the local technology industry for three years, but the time is too short and the cycle of simulation experiments is too long. Some experimental products were successfully put into production, but it is not as simple as immediate results to really play a role in promoting the leap forward of the whole society.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "When will the first intersection be?"

If we follow the current trajectory of Zero Boundary, it will be about two weeks later. "

Song Yan closed his eyes in despair, and said with difficulty, "I can still... What can I do?"

"You go back to China first," Song Huai said. "It's not that there are no countermeasures, but the risks are very high, and remote control is impractical. You go back to China first, and we will have a face-to-face interview."

Song Yan heard a glimmer of hope between the lines of the other party's words, he pursed his lips, the tense facial lines eased slightly, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I will arrange the handover of several projects at hand, and it will be completed in two days. go home."

At this moment, Du Lanze's voice came from the other end of the phone: "What else is there to hand over? Just let Huai Jin pick you up."

Song Yan frowned helplessly: "I have to abide by the rules on our side. Without a passport and visa, it is called smuggling. Besides, my assistant doesn't know anything. If he disappears out of thin air, he will call the police."

When Xia Lin returned to the hotel, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Out of a gentlemanly manner, Gavin kept sending Xia Lin to the elevator on the first floor before saying goodbye to him reluctantly.

Xia Lin stood alone in the empty elevator, her brows furrowed, and her mind was heavy.

The gossip that Jaden mentioned earlier, like a sudden sharp thorn, stabbed into his heart, making him a little breathless.

He remembered that the second year Song Yan went to the United States, he told him that he could walk with a cane, and that in the third year he was basically the same as a normal person.

But this time doesn't match up with Jaden's gossip, because the employee applied to be an employee of Song Yan's company only a few months ago, if what he said is true...

Xia Lin subconsciously shook his head, no, he would rather believe it was just a rumor.

He was so cranky that he even forgot to press the elevator floor, so that the elevator skipped the fifteenth floor where he was and went straight to the seventeenth floor.

When the elevator door made a "ding" sound, Xia Lin came back to his senses, looked up at the floor display, and was about to reach out to press it. At this time, the elevator door was slowly opening, and two people were about to come in. One of them was sitting. In the wheelchair, he was looking at him in astonishment.

Xia Lin was stunned, looked down, and fixed on the man's legs, only to feel that his hands and feet were cold, and the blood in his body was about to freeze.

The two of them, one inside the elevator and one outside the elevator, looked at each other silently for a moment, until the elevator door was about to close automatically, Xia Lin quickly pressed the button to open the door and stepped out.

Song Yan controlled the wheelchair and stepped back. The lights outside the elevator were very bright, reflecting on his legs, leaving him nowhere to hide.

After he received Song Huaijin's call, he instructed his assistant to pack his luggage and prepare to go downstairs to check out. He never expected that he would collide with Xia Lin at the elevator entrance.

After a while, he opened his mouth unnaturally, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xia Lin, why are you..."

"You came to City F, why didn't you tell me?" Xia Lin looked at him with a mixture of confusion and anger, as well as other complex emotions that he couldn't explain clearly. Then he took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice as low as possible. Staying steady, "Song Yan, don't you. Owe me an explanation?"