However, the person who arrived seemed to recognize Jing Youlan and his group.
"Young Master Jing, Young Master Yang!" To their surprise, it was these two who had made a move.
However, Jing Youlan of today was no longer the prodigal son he had been three or four years ago. The label of "profligate son" had been stripped from him, and he was no longer a source of shame for the Jing family.
He merely nodded faintly towards the other party. He did not recognize the person in front of him, but Jing Youlan's brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, "Has the public safety in B City deteriorated to such an extent now?" His voice was heavy with dissatisfaction.
"To think that in broad daylight, in a public place, someone would dare to kidnap a child. Such an act is simply too preposterous." What emanated from him was the iron-blooded aura of a solider.
Looking at Jing Youlan, the man's complexion tightened, "Young Master Jing may not be aware..."