Ten minutes later. Jing'an District.
Qin Hao got out of the cab and swiftly rushed towards a certain building.
Upon reaching the tenth floor of the building as addressed, he rang the apartment's bell five times, yet no one opened the door.
In his urgency, Qin Hao couldn't care less about the security cameras and gave the iron door a heavy slap.
Clang!
With a loud bang, a fist-sized hole appeared in the iron door.
Qin Hao reached in and unlocked the door from inside.
Once inside, he didn't even spare a glance at the apartment's decor, swiftly darting into the bedroom.
On the brand new double bed, there were some familiar clothes.
Next to the bed was a half-open suitcase, filled with neatly folded clothes that hadn't been lost.
"The clothes are still here, but where is she?"
At this point, Qin Hao knew that worrying was futile, so he calmed down and started to think.
