Three months later.
In the impoverished area on the outskirts of S City, there is an unremarkable house, with climbing ivy covering the outside walls, adorned by a few roses.
At this moment, the television in the living room is on, the announcer's articulate voice reverberating through the room.
"...Recently, FIS President Yan Sijue has reiterated that regardless of who provides an effective clue regarding the whereabouts of his wife, he will fulfill any request from them within his capacity and without breaching ethical boundaries. If anyone has information, they can contact our station first..."
Upon hearing this, the teenager on the sofa let out a laugh, filled with interest and mockery.
"Looks like you were right, Yan Sijue indeed values his wife enough, so this step we've taken is definitely correct!" The teenager said, turning to the woman beside him, who was wearing a headscarf. "Hey, what's happening on your end? It's been three months; is it still not working?"
