Su Wanxin gazed at the helicopter on the empty grounds, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.
That was a EC145 model helicopter, a sight Su Wanxin was familiar with, because it was a birthday gift from Fu Shihan years ago.
He held her hand and walked over, and her struggle and refusal were useless; she was quickly forced to sit inside.
"Fu Shihan..." Su Wanxin looked down as he fastened her seatbelt and asked softly, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Fu Shihan didn't answer; he buckled the seatbelt tightly, making sure she couldn't escape, then turned around and got on the plane from the other side.
Su Wanxin sat uneasily in her seat, clueless about where Fu Shihan intended to take her. Could it be that Yangyang wasn't in this city? Had he sent the child somewhere else? To an orphanage?