"With all due respect, Madam, my brother is still alive, " Song Zhilan said, pissed. Did this woman just jinx his brother?
Zhenyi turned her attention to the source of the angry voice. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Signature Song brown eyes. And the smell of a soldier. She tsked. She recognised that he was a soldier with a single glance. Her husband always joked that she had antennas that could sense any person working for law enforcement. Maybe he was right but she was certain that this man was a soldier.
"If he is alive, then good for your family, " Zhenyi replied. "The men are working to trace your brother. You can either cooperate or go back home. When they find him, you will be informed." She looked at the watch on her wrist and then at him, "He will be found in an hour."