Zhao Guiquan looked at Yun Xiangxiang for a while, then looked at his father, who was trying his best to endure it. It was as if if he dared to dawdle for another minute, he would pick up the ashtray and throw it at him.
In the end, he tactfully chose not to use his life to probe at the edge of death and quietly left the room.
The door was not closed. Yun Xiangxiang sat in the sofa area with Zhao Long, and Zhao Long directly asked. "Miss Yun Xiangxiang, have you seen my daughter?"
"Miss Zhao?" Yun Xiangxiang looked at Zhao Long in surprise. "You don't suspect that I kidnapped your daughter, do you?"
It was no secret that Zhao Guibi's disappearance was reported in the newspaper in Hubei Province.
Zhao Long looked at Yun Xiangxiang's confused look and couldn't help but be uncertain. "It was my daughter who asked me to buy EI's bag within two hours. After that, I found out that Miss Yun Xiangxiang happened to have a bet with my son."
