When Jing Yan returned to normal, the phone beside his pillow was buzzing.
He picked up the phone, tidied his clothes, looked at the time on the clock, and said coldly, "What did you find?"
Chen Zhao was finally able to contact Jing Yan. He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "President Jing, Xu Ling just sent back news that He Wei wasn't injured at all. There must be a big conspiracy behind this, and it's probably aimed at Miss He."
"I know." Jing Yan furrowed his brows for a moment, then suddenly asked worriedly, "Where is Xu Ling now?"
Chen Zhao was stunned. He looked at the surveillance video on the computer screen in confusion. "You should be home, right? President Jing, what's the matter?"
Jing Yan tiredly massaged the space between his brows. As he went downstairs, he ordered, "Confirm her safety and find the location where the reporter was kidnapped as soon as possible."
