The man’s face was somber with touches of irony as he chuckled sardonically and denied outright, "How could that be possible."
Yet Lu Jingchen watched the man’s fists clenched tightly by the table, his knuckles pale from the strain, his eyes shadowed and unclear, as he spoke unhurriedly, "Since there is none, why not call back those still searching for Ning Wan? Why waste so many people looking for soone you don’t love."
Moreover, they had been searching for so long without success. Who knows if that woman has hidden herself away at the ends of the earth.
After all, having known her for over a decade, Lu Jingchen knew that if Ning Wan couldn’t be found now, it was either sothing had happened to her, or she was intentionally hiding to avoid Xi Mohan.
Compared to the forr possibility, Lu Jingchen was more inclined to believe the latter.
After all, Ning Wan had been kidnapped at a young age, only to be abandoned by her father in the military. If she wanted to hide and not be found, it wouldn’t be hard for her.
He knew this, and he couldn’t believe that Xi Mohan didn’t know as well.
Xi Mohan did not respond to his words, but his expression grew even colder, his eyes becoming more unfathomable.
After a long silence, he said, "I’m going back now."
Having said that, without waiting for Lu Jingchen to speak, he turned around swiftly, his steps sowhat hasty.
Lu Jingchen, "...so he’s just leaving like that? It seems I hadn’t finished speaking yet."
Inside the parking lot of CK Group, Xi Mohan sat in the driver’s seat, his gaze falling on a specific spot in the car, and he reached directly into the drawer to pull out a pendant that seed quite old but was well-preserved by him.
The man’s lips were tight, his jaw clenched and his face even colder, his hand on the steering wheel clenched into a fist.
Not a single piece of news, and no one found?
His hand holding the pendant moved, and the pendant imdiately fell into his palm, tightly grasped by him, a stinging pain coming from his hand, yet he seed unaware, his lips curling into a cold smirk, his low voice tinged with a chilling tone as if driven by an irrepressible obsession, "Ning Wan, no matter where you are, you won’t escape from my world in this lifeti."
That woman had swaggered in his world for over a decade, yet she chose now to withdraw. Who gave her the permission to do so?
...
Inside a cheap hotel in An City, a young woman dressed in a roadside-purchased dress walked in, holding only a simple suitcase, her complexion sowhat pale as she approached the front desk with a smile and asked, "Hello, do you need an ID card to book a room here?"
The middle-aged woman at the reception looked up, surprised, and then smiled back, "Yes, we need an ID card for registration to provide you with a room."
Upon hearing this, the woman paused, her face paling slightly, yet she politely replied, "That’s alright then, sorry for the inconvenience."
Having said that, as she turned to leave, her delicate face caught the eyes of the patrons coming in and out, causing them to stop and stare at her.
If Song Qiao were here, she would recognize her at a glance, this was... Ning Wan.
But the current Ning Wan was much thinner than before, her once plump oval face now gaunt, her complexion as pale as if she were ill.
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