Yan Shu didn't say anything, just looked at Xi Shuyue.
Xi Shuyue also felt a little uneasy when being looked at like this.
"I... I don't know either. I went to bed last night after applying the facial mask, but before I went to sleep, I seemed to hear Jiang Wuyang say that she was going out..."
"But I was too tired yesterday and fell asleep quickly. I don't know when Jiang Wuyang left..."
Xi Shuyue was so anxious that she almost cried.
At this moment, the sound of a door opening was heard outside.
"Ah, children, are you awake?"
"Hey, is the garbage outside our door ours? Or did some bad guys throw their garbage at our door? If so, I'm going to go find them."
Aunt Zhao has a gentle voice with a bit of Yuncheng's local accent. She really doesn't sound like someone from a small county town.
Hearing this rubbish, several people subconsciously looked at Xi Shuyue.
Xi Shuyue was also stunned for a moment, then ran quickly towards the door.
The remaining few people followed behind.
When he saw the familiar garbage bag, Xi Shuyue raised his head and looked around helplessly and fearfully, not knowing who to look at.
"This... this is the garbage bag in our room. Why didn't Jiang Wuyang throw it away?"
Everyone knows Jiang Wuyang's personality. Although he may not be the most clean, at least he won't throw things around. So, could something really have happened?
"What's up, kids? Oh, right, where's Yangyang? Why hasn't she come down yet?"
Aunt Zhao looked at their actions strangely, not understanding why they were so excited.
"Aunt Zhao... Yangyang seems... to be gone..."
Sang Wan swallowed and finally said this.
Aunt Zhao dropped the vegetables she bought and stood there in a daze.
Next door, Lin Yan was eating. Hearing the noise, he casually asked, "What's going on next door? Why is it so noisy so early in the morning?"
"Oh, it seems a girl is missing. I don't know where she went."
Ruan Anan, who had just come down, paused when he heard this, and then went to the table to eat as if nothing had happened.
Lin Yan frowned subconsciously, feeling inexplicably panicked.
He took out his phone and glanced at Jiang Wuyang's WeChat. It was still stuck on the message she had sent him a long time ago, reminding him to wear more clothes...
Lin Yan typed two words on the screen, wanting to send it. After thinking for two minutes, he pressed delete.
Forget it, it probably won’t be her. Even if it is her, it has nothing to do with me. Where else can I throw her to in such a small Chengshan Town?
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