"Mother and daughter?"
Ding Rui repeated after him.
"Yes, a mother and daughter. The mother is roughly thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, has long hair, had an illness that hasn't fully recovered. The daughter is about fifteen years old, has a bun hairstyle, a bit of baby fat. Oh, and the girl's name is Yang Ling."
Ye Chen described the attire of Yang Ling and her mother when they disappeared, as detailed as possible.
After listening to Ye Chen's description, Ding Rui fell into contemplation.
Ye Chen noticed Ding Rui's demeanor and didn't dare to disturb her, so he sat down nearby to rest for a while.
Across the street from the bar street's entrance, on the third floor of a restaurant, the window position offered a view of the situation in the street.
Zhao Dezhu watched the scene below, elegantly sipping the champagne in his hand.
"Is this the gift you gave me?"
Beside him, Cheng Junlong was also watching the scene below, smiling slightly.
