While the commotion was happening inside the Qing's residence, Wuming was still in the hotel room.
He fished his phone from his pants, which were on the floor. He saw that it was Qing Lok who was calling him. "What's up?" he answered, breathless.
"Where are you?"
Wuming sat up at the sound of his brother's grave voice. "Is everything okay?"
"We've… we've learned something about Mother."
"Okay, what is it?" Wuming was ready to leave when he heard that Qing Lok was sniffling. He was crying but it was not a happy cry. "What's wrong?"
"Wuming… she's not dead."
Wuming was more surprised that he was not surprised. People disappeared all the time. Hell, he disappeared himself. One day he was a member of the highest society of Chengshi and then the next he was just gone. His father erased all his traces like he never existed.
With the way that the clues were leading somewhere, it was one of the things that Wuming already expected.