"You are Mr. Leng, right?" Jiao Yalin politely extended her hand to him, "I'm sorry to trouble you to come all this way, please have a seat!"
Leng Zimo extended his hand without arrogance or servility and shook hers, "No need to sit, I came here just to confirm if you have any clues about Jiao Yang."
Jiao Yalin gently shook her head, "We only found his car, parked on the highway leading to the airport. A witness at the time said his car had an accident and was taken away by an ambulance, but we've searched all the hospitals and haven't found any information about him."
This elegant and noble woman, in the end, couldn't help but speak with a sobbing tone.
After all, isn't a son the flesh of his mother's flesh, and now that her son is missing, no matter how good her composure, she couldn't control her emotions.
Seeing the tears in the eyes of the woman in front of him, Leng Zimo's tone also softened a bit, "Can you tell me the exact address?"
