The car slowly moved along the road.
Xu Mushen was driving, staring intently at the road ahead while making calls on the go.
"Hello, this is Xu Mushen."
The shocked voice of Director Zhang came through, "Mr. Xu, why are you calling so late?"
"I need you to come to the orphanage now."
"...Okay, I'll be right there."
Xu Mushen ended the call and dialed another number, which quickly connected.
The secretary's voice came through: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Xu Mushen slowly spoke: "Bring the person you've found to the orphanage now."
"Yes, sir."
After making both calls, he quietly continued driving.
Xu Qiaoqiao felt as if her brain had rusted, unable to process what was happening.
She didn't know what they were about to do. She just stared at Xu Mushen. His side profile was resolute, chiseled, projecting toughness.
When he spoke, he did so with grace and poise.