Is He Really Kidnapped?

"What's real?" Zhouzhou, noticing the worried expression on the bodyguard's face, craned her neck to peek at his phone. Despite her efforts, she couldn't see the screen, so she tugged on his shirt urgently.

"Young Master Huo has really been kidnapped," the bodyguard blurted out, lifting Zhouzhou and running towards the exit while simultaneously trying to contact Huo Mingxuan.

"Sir, what's going on?"

At the airport, Huo Mingxuan's face was dark with anger, nearly amused by the absurdity of the situation.

"Are you the bodyguard, or am I the bodyguard? You're asking me what's going on?" He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to berate the bodyguard. "I'll send you an address. We'll meet there."

The address was where the ransom was to be delivered.

"Yes, sir," the bodyguard replied hurriedly, running as fast as he could.

Zhouzhou, held awkwardly with her arms pinned against her chubby belly, almost threw up. She patted the bodyguard's arm in distress.