"I’ll be there imdiately!"
Leng Zimo threw off the blanket and got out of bed, yanking off the needle from his hand and leaping to the floor barefooted, rushing towards the door.
"Zimo?" Shen Yizhou hurriedly followed him out.
"Xiao Qian has been found, I’m going to see her."
Leng Zimo did not look back as he answered, already sprinting up the stairs, taking two steps at a ti as he dashed downwards, until on the last step, his foot slipped, and his body shook violently. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself by grabbing hold of the wall, preventing a fall.
Seizing the opportunity, Shen Yizhou rushed over and caught his arm, "She’s already been found; there’s no need to rush this mont. How can you drive in this state? Put on your shoes, I’ll take you there!"
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Riverside Fragrant Mansion.
Jiao Yang lowered his hand holding the cell phone, pinching his nose bridge.
Ever since last night, he had been hesitating whether to make this call or not, but in the end, he chose to inform Leng Zimo.
It wasn’t for any other reason than that he couldn’t bear to see Luo Xiaoqian go on like this any longer; her eyes were not ant for tears and lancholy.
As Jiao Yang turned to go upstairs, the doorbell rang.
Turning to walk towards the door, a hint of puzzlent flashed in his eyes.
Having just finished the call, Leng Zimo couldn’t possibly have arrived so quickly. Who could it be this early?
Walking through the foyer, he reached out and pulled open the door.
Outside stood a tall, young man bundled in a coat.
The man was about the sa age as him, dressed sowhat untidily with evidence of mud on his trouser legs, and despite the specks of mud on his face, a certain devilish charm perated his handso features, his slightly squinted eyes scrutinizing him.
"Jiao Yang?"
"That’s !" Jiao Yang’s gaze also took on a scrutinizing look as it fell on the young man, "Who are you?"
The young man cracked a smile, revealing a set of neat, white teeth, "Is my sister-in-law at your place?"
Jiao Yang raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing who he was, "You’re Leng Zimo’s brother?"
This young man was indeed Leng Zirui. After leaving the Leng family ho last night, he had gone straight to the river to personally direct the search, and after a night of hard effort, they finally found so clues by the river at dawn.
After making inquiries, Leng Zirui easily found the two elderly morning exercisers who had discovered Luo Xiaoqian and learned that a very handso young man had carried her away from the scene.
Seeing Jiao Yang, he knew he had co to the right place.
This president of Asia View, rumored to have had an affair with his sister-in-law, had clear signs of fatigue on his face, and the egg stains on his clothes proved that this man, who couldn’t cook, had attempted to do so.
Such a man, to attempt cooking, suggested only one possibility—he was preparing a al for a woman he cared about.
"Is my sister-in-law alright?" Leng Zirui asked.
Jiao Yang stepped aside from the doorway, "Co in and talk."
"No need," Leng Zirui said, taking out his cell phone from his pocket. "The person who wants to see her isn’t ."
Jiao Yang glanced at his dialing fingers, "If you’re about to call Leng Zimo, then there’s no need; I’ve already done so just now."
Leng Zirui put his phone back into his pocket, and when his eyes fell on Jiao Yang again, they carried a touch of amusent.
"My na is Leng Zirui!"
Introducing himself, he reached out his right hand to Jiao Yang.
He hadn’t ntioned his na before because he felt this man wasn’t worthy of knowing it yet, but now, he had changed his mind.
Even though this man was his brother’s romantic rival, he seed quite interesting.
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