At six o'clock in the morning, Wen Zhan sat on the sofa in the living room of Haiyi Tianxi, still waiting for news.
Last night, he had been out searching until the early hours before returning.
Fearing that returning to Lingjiang Imperial Mansion would disturb the children's rest, he came back to Mu Wanqing's small place. Han Feng and several bodyguards were stationed here as well.
From the moment Mu Wanqing went missing yesterday until now, he had not closed his eyes for a day and a night.
When he felt exhausted, he would lean back on the sofa for a brief nap, but nightmares always jolted him awake.
As the sky began to brighten, he pulled himself together and picked up his phone.
Just as he was about to call for updates, his phone suddenly rang—it was Aunt Zhou.