Qin Miaomiao felt a chill in her heart and nodded in agreement.
At the same time, Lu Qing drove out of the old district and received a video—
His Da Bao was sitting in a large fish tank, with water gurgling inside, accompanied by a processed voice commentary.
"Mr. Lu, don't you want to know where your son is? I'll tell you your son's location. It takes only two hours to fill this tub completely with water. Two hours, find your son and you win. If not, tough luck for you."
Finally, a cackling, sharp laugh echoed, "Mr. Lu, the game officially begins."
As soon as the words were spoken, the water had already submerged the tub in the video. Da Bao, unaware of the danger, curiously grabbed a handful of sand from under his bottom, tasted it, and spit it out.
Quickly, the water rose to Da Bao's little feet.
Lu Qing's pupils contracted. He was brought back by a honking sound from the row behind him, and he slammed on the gas pedal, the car turning around rapidly.
