The road outside was pitch-black, and not a single person's shadow could be seen.
"Damn it!"
She hadn't worn shoes, hadn't taken a wallet, and hadn't even grabbed any personal belongings; where could she go?
Yu Lingqian turned around and ran quickly toward the garage: her body was weak, she definitely couldn't have gone far—
The Bentley sped out of the garage, Yu Lingqian flashing the hazard lights, searching along the exit route.
The torrential rain had fallen all night in City C, greatly reducing visibility, so there were very few private cars on the road, let alone people.
Along the way, Yu Lingqian had not seen any sign of Mu Anran.
Just thinking of the little guy's look of despair made him feel as if his heart had been split open with a sharp weapon, the pain suffocating him.
He must be crazy.
When he had picked her up onto the desk, he had noticed she was very hot, and the eerily pale face was tinged with a strange red.
