"Yandi, are you alright?"
"Find out which company's helicopter it is! Make sure you bring her back to me!"
"Yes, I'll send someone immediately!" Han Sun quickly replied.
Situ Yan took a deep breath, and suddenly, his gaze fell on the high windowsill.
"Wait a minute!"
Han Sun paused at the sound, looking at the direction of Situ Yan's gaze, a flicker of tension crossing his eyes.
The windowsill is so high, and Xia Xiaonuan is pregnant—it should be very difficult for her to climb up...
He looked at the golden trash can below the windowsill.
On top, it had been wiped spotless, yet cigarette butts were scattered on it—likely left there when passersby tried to throw them into the bin and missed.
Situ Yan reached out, his fingertips drawing a line across the trash can.
Immediately, a fingerprint appeared.
In an instant, his eyes filled with stormy rage.
He turned around and coldly stared at Han Sun.
