Leng Zimo raised his palm, pressing it against his aching chest, and gently shook his head.
The subordinates stepped back.
Leng Zimo turned his face again, surveying the room once more. His gaze swept over the cloth bands left on the bedpost, and he frowned more deeply with affection.
Luo Ke, this bastard, he actually treated his Luo Xiaoqian like this!
Imagining her helplessly tied to the bed, he almost fainted with heartache.
Extending his hand, his palm slowly brushed over the pillow, noticing a single long hair beside the pillow. Leng Zimo carefully picked it up, holding it in his hand.
"Xiao Qian..."
Holding the strand of hair, he suddenly stood up.
Just as he rose, the world turned black before his eyes, and he collapsed powerlessly onto the carpet.
"Sir!" Little Cheng exclaid as he rushed over, supporting Leng Zimo’s body and helping him sit on the ground, "Are you alright, sir?!"
"I’m fine!" Leng Zimo propped himself up with his hand, slowly getting up from the ground, "Let’s go... to the airport... to find her..."
"Sir, in your condition now, you should rest for a while..."
"No way!" Leng Zimo flung Little Cheng’s arm aside, "I rest, will Luo Ke rest? He’ll take her away..."
Stumbling slightly, he staggered toward the door.
"Sir!" Little Cheng frowned, rushing over to support him, "Alright... I’ll take you there, I’ll help you go."
Leng Zimo raised his hand to hold onto the door fra, turned his face again to look at the room, and then raised his right hand to look at his palm.
On his palm, there was a shallow mark.
When he had lifted himself from the ground earlier, sothing seed to have poked him.
He looked at the mark with puzzlent, then turned to look at where he had just fallen. The bedsheet was pushed aside by his hand, revealing a corner of sothing shiny hidden under the bed.
Raising an eyebrow, Leng Zimo turned around, walked slowly over, and crouched next to the bed, lifting the sheet. The object hidden under the bed imdiately appeared before his eyes.
It was a wristwatch, with a deep blue leather strap and a silver watch body. What had poked his palm earlier was the buckle on the strap.
This is... Xiao Qian’s watch!
Leng Zimo grabbed the watch, clutching it in his hand.
This watch was given by Leng Zirui to Xiao Qian, able to track the location of the GPS transmitter on Luo Jun. This watch was like a treasure to Luo Xiaoqian, always carried with her, even if sotis the outfit didn’t suit this watch for events, she would keep it in her handbag and never leave it behind.
Now, the watch is here, but she is not!
Thinking that she must have left in a hurry, otherwise she would never have left this watch behind.
Imagining her being pushed around by them, Leng Zimo tightly gripped the watch in his hand.
The clasp on the watch strap dug into his palm, making it hurt so much.
"Xiao Qian, I will definitely find you!" He whispered a vow, turning and heading towards the door, "To the airport!"
Leng Zimo staggered down the stairs, just as the Korea Mariti Police helicopter arrived. After negotiating with the official, they imdiately sent the aircraft to take him to the airport.
More than half an hour later, the helicopter landed at the airport, where Leng Zimo once again t Huangfu Ao and the others.
"Two hours ago, a nearby hospital admitted a female patient allergic to roses. We’ve already shown them the photos, and it’s confird to be Luo Xiaoqian."
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