Zhao Youlin had a general understanding of the whole situation after listening to Ling Yue's words. Her expression became increasingly ugly, however, she comforted Ling Yue in a low voice, "You cannot blame yourself for this. Don't worry, we will bring Joy back safely."
"Okay!" Zhao Youlin's words slightly calmed Ling Yue's tensed nerves, and she was no longer as sad as she was when she cried in the beginning.
Mu Tingfeng glanced at Zhao Youlin. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with her, he turned to look at Ling Ran and asked him coldly, "What happened?"
Ling Ran's expression turned stern, and he briefly told them what had happened.
Zhao Youlin and Mu Tingfeng's expressions became even uglier. "Do you remember what those people looked like?"
Ling Ran shook his head. "At that time, my mind was on Yue. By the time I reacted, those people had already entered the car. I did not see their faces."
