Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Eight
"Ling Feng?" Wei Ziyun turned his head in surprise, looking at Zhuo Xiangqiao. Why did they suddenly have to go to Ling Feng's place? And he didn't even know where Ling Feng lived.
After Zhuo Xiangqiao gave an address, Wei Ziyun turned the steering wheel and drove towards the location he'd named.
Upon arriving at the apartment building, Zhuo Xiangqiao's eyes filled with panic when he saw the darkened room where Ling Feng lived. Since the time they were in the car, his calls to Ling Feng had gone straight through to voicemail.
As soon as the car stopped, Zhuo Xiangqiao ran toward the building.
"Boss," Wei Ziyun called out to Zhuo Xiangqiao, "what's wrong with him?"
"Something must have happened to Ling Feng," Lin Jinfang said, frowning.
When the two caught up to Zhuo Xiangqiao, he was standing in the living room with the door wide open.
