But the answer Lu Jihan gave her left her disappointed.
"Not yet." Lu Jihan hung up the phone and looked up.
Song Yinyin's face turned somber, listlessly, like a frost-covered eggplant.
Seeing this, Lu Jihan couldn't bear to see her disappointed and added:
"However, Shen Kang just called and said they've already set up at the train station, bus station, airport, and highway toll stations. So far, there's no trace of that black sedan. It seems like the car is still in the Imperial City."
As long as the car hasn't left the Imperial City, there's great hope of finding them. He and the police can set up a tight net to find those two kidnappers.
Song Yinyin nodded slightly, and the hand that had been clutching her chest slowly lowered, but her heart was not completely at ease, still caught in her throat.
Lu Jihan watched her expression, knowing what was on her mind.
The next second, he reached out his large hand to hold her small hand, then pulled her into his arms.
