Leng Youchen smashed his phone, which hit the opposite wall and instantly shattered to pieces. The household staff were so frightened that they didn't dare to even take a deep breath—they had never seen the Third Young Master lose his temper like this before.
Leng Youchen tugged at his tie, feeling as if his throat was being choked and he couldn't catch his breath.
This long-planned swap had caught him completely off guard. Where his wife was now, whether she was alive or dead, he knew nothing. It was this uncertainty that caused such panic within him.
Damn it!
Why hadn't he realized immediately that the person beside him was not his wife? Two days had already passed, and any second could bring disaster. In his lifetime, would he ever see his wife Anning again?