"How could a living person go missing!!"
The roar was furious, Han Mochen's anger almost reaching the sky.
Right under his nose, Jian Hao was nowhere to be found.
"Ah Hao said he was going to a meeting with the film crew." Ah Qi knelt on the ground, tears streaming as he recounted.
"Just an ordinary meeting, he said no need to follow."
Jian Hao's true identity has always been deeply concealed, the greatest trouble has always come from paparazzi and the entertainment industry's hidden rules.
Kidnapped? Life-threatening?
Such things have never happened before.
"Useless!" Han Mochen cursed angrily, "What use is there in having you!!"
Always composed and arrogant, he became anxious at this moment.
Someone dared to take Jian Hao away right under his nose.
Who could do it?
"Click…"
The sound of a handgun being cocked, Ah Jiu expressionlessly pointed the gun at Ah Qi's head.
Useless subordinates, as defined by Han Mochen, equal dead men.
"Sir, we've found a clue."
