"President Shen, Miss Zhen Zhu is missing."
Tang Bochuan's voice on the other end of the phone was not as calm as usual. It sounded urgent.
Shen Hanyu's face turned cold. "When did this happen?"
"Seven hours ago," Tang Bochuan replied guiltily.
Seven hours ago, Shen Hanyu was on the plane back to China. Tang Bochuan could not get in touch with Shen Hanyu, so he could only use all the resources he had at his disposal. In the end, he could not even find Zhen Zhu.
It was as if she had disappeared into thin air, leaving no trace behind. There was no way to find her.
Shen Hanyu's eyes were filled with hostility, but when he glanced at Sang Qianqian, he quickly suppressed his emotions.
Seven hours was enough for a person to fly from Beijing to overseas.
He had chosen Tang Bochuan to take care of Zhen Zhu because he had a clear mind and was calm. However, he had not expected that such a big mess would happen in such a short time.
