A person died at the construction site, surrounded by layers of onlookers. It was unknown where that person surnamed Su came from, but it was as if they had been paid millions in reward, causing chaos without end.
"I don't care what method you use, contact Mu Huan as soon as possible and have him go to the villa where Yu Qinglu used to live," Nan Wan closed her eyes, trying not to let her words become too chaotic, "The one Mu Huan bought from my grandmother."
Her forced calmness was actually very fragile.
"Huh?" Liu An looked blankly at the car roof and said with difficulty, "But President Mu is really busy right now, he hasn't even had time to take a bite of dinner, I'm afraid..."
"Yu Qinglu kidnapped his son, is that reason enough?" Nan Wan irritably interrupted Liu An's words.
The meaning behind Yu Qinglu's last words was that Mu Jin Huan should go there.
Wha– what!
