Tracking Down

"Where is my wife!?" An angry voice of a middle-aged man spoke through the line.

Nevertheless, Mi Rong merely smiled and spoke a short greeting, "Hello." In the end, this person was aunty's husband.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man was surprised to hear that the caller was a girl. However, as she called him, he quickly signalled his secretary to track the phone number. Mr Li Jian's secretary quickly called for a few men to bring in their laptops and their tracking device. The team worked fast and had begun the process of tracking immediately.

The middle-aged man was none other than Mr Li Jian who had been searching for his wife frantically, "You have my wife?"

Mi Rong leaned on the table placing her elbows on the table and her eyes on the clock in Xia Yun's cafe, "Hmm, she is very much safe in our hands but maybe not for long."

"What do you want? Money?" Mr Li Jian began proposing his offer.