She went out half an hour ago.
She came to find him.
But, she had an accident.
Mo Yongheng stood in front of the car and inspected the scene.
He realized that in front of Zheng Yan's car, tracks had been left behind by another car…
This was not an accident, she was not saved by someone. She was in trouble!
After making this judgment, Mo Yongheng's heart pounded.
Who took her?
What was their motive?
Countless possibilities flooded his mind, he could not remain calm.
The last call he received, was it her call for help?
Or was it the call before that…
Why didn't he answer her call the first time?
If he had answered the call earlier, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Worry, guilt, and fear… All these emotions filled his mind.
He clenched his fist and saw the bloodstains on the ground. They were glaring under the street lamps.