Late at night, the entire Lanzhu Residence was brightly lit, but the luminous glow seemed especially weak under the shroud of chilling fog.
Feng Yueming had been sitting on the living room sofa waiting for news, an hour had passed, and Mo Shaoyuan had not yet found any trace of Mi Yao.
Time ticked away by the second, and his heart grew increasingly uneasy.
Where could she go?
What attachments did she have left here?
Gu Yunsheng...
Feng Yueming suddenly stood up, and he dashed towards the door.
"Young Commander, where are you going? Let me drive," Vice Officer Li hurriedly followed.
Feng Yueming got into a luxury sedan, he pressed the accelerator, and the car sped away.
Vice Officer Li dared not delay either; he drove the jeep and followed behind.
Forty minutes later, the luxury car stopped, and Feng Yueming opened the car door, gazing at the rental house in front of him.
He had once lived here.
Could Mi Yao be here?
