On the other side, Xiao Yihe realized that he had been deceived. His first action was to order his men to take control of An Lan's child, knowing full well that as long as he had the child, no matter where An Lan fled, she would eventually have to come back obediently.
Unexpectedly, a phone call from a subordinate enraged him.
"What? You're saying the child is missing?!"
The hand clutching the phone tightened bit by bit, fingertips turning white, veins in his neck bulging, as the careful voice of his subordinate came through.
"Yes, that's correct."
"You idiots, were you not ordered to take good care of the child? Is this how you take care of a child?!"
At this moment, Xiao Yihe was nothing like his usual composed self; he was more like a creature controlled by fury, lashing out at any slight vexation.