Song Tian Mo's voice was cold.
It carried a fierce, stern undertone.
His assertive and decisive style, honed from being in a position of power for so long, though subtle, rendered the two people on the other end of the line speechless.
The middle-aged woman, who had been deciding whether to hang up on her husband, flinched at the cold voice, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and shock.
The man's dominating presence and stern tone over the phone frightened her into revealing everything about her encounter with Ling Fei.
"Ah, sir, there's been a misunderstanding, we weren't about to hang up, I was just asking my husband for the exact address. I understand your urgency at not finding your friend, why would we hang up on you…"
Upon hearing of Ling Fei's situation, Song Tian Mo's heart clenched with anxiety and anger. He had no patience for their excuses.