Think of a Way to Get out of Here

For some reason, the weather in Italy this December was so cold that even a light rain could freeze people.

The streets that were usually bustling with activity were so few in number that a tall man with an umbrella was walking through the small crowd towards a shop in the middle of a shopping mall.

The cold had slipped in as he pushed open the door.

Seeing that person come in, after taking care of things in China, Ye Family and his family stood up from the sofa that was quietly waiting.

"Wang Rann, do you have any idea where Little Yu is?"

The parachutist was really Wang Rann. He put the umbrella away. It was unknown whether his face had turned pale from the cold wind or whether he had been in Italy for three days without any trace of Little Yu.

"This subordinate is useless, I haven't found the whereabouts of the young master!"