Although Leng su had been by the crown prince's side for many years and had developed a calm expression, he still felt flustered at this moment.
He knew that the expressionless Crown Prince was truly enraged this time, and he was serious.
It was the first time he felt so cold on a snowy day in the capital.
Perhaps it wasn't the cold air, but the aura from the other end of the phone that made him feel cold from the bottom of his feet.
Leng su summoned up his courage and told xiajun Zihao what had happened.
The veins on xiajun Zihao's hands popped out when he heard that.
He didn't know where Xie Yan 'er was, and he didn't know if she was safe.
She was only 18 years old. Although the public security in the capital had always been good, xiajun Zihao was still in a mess.
He seemed to have thought of something, and his head started to buzz with pain.
Xiajun Zihao smacked his head to calm himself down. He gave Leng su some instructions before hanging up.
