Three days later, Qiao Muye made an international phone call.
Lu Beiyuan was knocked unconscious with a karate chop from his own man.
When he woke up again, he was already on a plane.
His subordinate stood upright beside him, hands stretched along the seams of his pants: "Boss."
Lu Beiyuan glanced at him wearily, didn't speak, and closed his eyes again.
"President Qiao called me, asked me to find a way no matter what, to make you return, I had no choice..."
Lu Beiyuan said in a deep voice: "It's not your fault."
He hadn't closed his eyes for four days and nights.
His eyes were alarmingly red, his voice so hoarse that he could hardly speak.
Qiao Muye was worried that before finding Su Nanxing, Lu Beiyuan would collapse first.
Now, the child was already without a mother; she couldn't be without a father too.
So, he made Lu Beiyuan return to the country first, to think of a way, and then see what to do next.
Searching cluelessly like a headless fly was futile.