Up ahead, the subordinate in the front passenger seat respectfully answered, "Boyce, it's definitely Qin Qianyi, the young master of the Qin family."
The street was quiet. He had been vigilant and observed Qin Qianyi closely. It was not difficult to recognize the young master of the Qin family.
From the backseat, a questioning voice came:
"The Qin family... has a little kid?"
The man frowned, his expression darkening slightly as he thought about it.
"Boyce, I'll look into it now." The subordinate was unaware of this matter.
A minute later, he respectfully reported the findings to the man in the backseat, "Boyce, the Qin family recently hosted a banquet. The young lady who went missing three years ago has returned. Perhaps the bicycle Qin Qianyi had strapped to his motorcycle was intended for this young lady."
In an instant, the atmosphere in the car became tense and was covered by an indistinct emotion.