Missing

The mo garden was warm and sweet.

However, it was different in other places.

In an apartment, a man in white clothes was leaning on a soft couch. His eyes were closed leisurely, and his fingers were gently tapping on the armrest rhythmically. This proved that he was not asleep, but was enjoying the pleasure of the cold wind.

"Mr. Lian, we didn't find Qiming," At this moment, Xie Tian returned.

He was also surprised. It had been a day and a night since last night, but there was no news of mo Yancheng's death. Qiming seemed to have disappeared into thin air as well.

"What?" Mr. Lian was originally in a good mood, but after hearing this news, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He had focused a lot of energy on Qiming.

A man like Qiming who hated out of love and had evil intentions. He should have hated her when he was at his weakest and abandoned by mo Yanchen.

Back then, when they were in Thailand, they had all seen how much he hated mo Yanchen!