When Gu Xiran and Qin Jin rushed to the airport, Qin Song was already nowhere to be seen.
Gu Xiran's face went pale. She kept dialing Qin Song's number, but all she heard was the message that the phone had been turned off.
For a brief moment, Gu Xiran finally understood what it meant to break down.
Qin Song, where are you…
...
Gu Xiran was sobbing so hard she couldn't make a sound, her whole body trembling violently. Qin Jin slowly pulled her into his arms.
The assistant stepped forward and said, "Mr. Qin, we just had someone check. Young Master Qin may have gone to Iceland."
"Mm."
Qin Jin's thin lips pressed together. He pursed his lips, then spoke to the woman in his arms.
"Don't go chasing him for now. There's no way we'll find Qin Song that easily. The ticket he bought to Iceland—there's a good chance he'll leave from the transfer airport and fly somewhere else."
"Mm."
Sniffling, Gu Xiran rasped, "Then what do we do now?"
