Meanwhile, at DI headquarters, Gong Tingxuan had just finished a meeting.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with deep sorrow etched on his handsome face as he frowned heavily.
The phone kept ringing.
He picked it up and glanced at it. It was Lin Ruoxi calling again; this woman was truly relentless.
After much effort to persuade her in the morning, she called again now. Truly vexing.
He hung up immediately.
Soon after, she sent a text message.
"Tingxuan, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. Perhaps you didn't take the child, but it certainly has to do with Han Yi. I don't want to be entangled with you. I just want my child back. You better handle this matter properly. Otherwise, I'll report it to the police. I have evidence."
Gong Tingxuan stared at the message for a long time before deleting it.
At this moment, at the Han Family.
