Every hour Li Yang stopped her chores and took out her phone, making call after fruitless call to her son.
“Come on, Xu Bo,” she muttered under her breath as she heard the operator tell her that a connection couldn't be made, “Where are you?”
At lunchtime, she called Xu Wei and read the letter out to him.
“We have to get hold of Xu Bo,” she pleaded, “What time was their flight to Thailand?”
“Oh, I don't think they mentioned it,” her husband replied thoughtfully, “Look dear, there's nothing we can do until they return, so please try to calm down.”
An hour later as the ayi changed the Percival's bed sheets she felt a familiar vibration in her apron pocket and whipped out her phone immediately, thinking that her son must have finally seen her messages.
“Yang,” a familiar voice chirped d
