Leng Zhiguo sat there with an ashen face—it was a severe slap in the face. He had just finished talking with his daughter-in-law, and now the children were missing. Wasn't this a slap in the face? Wasn't this multiple slaps in the face?
Just about to lose his temper, Leng Zhiguo's phone rang. It was his bodyguard on the line; Han Dongchen had also called earlier, but neither of them had picked up.
Leng Zhiguo furrowed his brows and asked, "What's going on?"
The other party replied, "@#￥%￥%@#@#..."
After hanging up the phone, Leng Zhiguo's expression became even more unpleasant. Seeing his reaction, Han Dongchen asked with a frown, "Dad, what happened?"
Leng Zhiguo pondered for a moment before replying, "Xiaowang and the others discovered suspicious traces. It seems these people were targeting the child from the Yue Family. There was a clash, but they managed to capture one."
