The person reported to him, following his footsteps.
"Miss Su Yue didn't have her phone with her when she left. She was wearing slippers. A University's surveillance system was under repair, so there were no footages. Third Young Master and Third Madam Yan have been searching for her the entire night, but still no news of her…"
Ming Ansheng's phone suddenly rang.
He whipped it out and saw that Yan Rusheng was on the line.
He hurriedly picked up. "Third Yan."
He intentionally restrained the nervousness bubbling within him.
Yan Rusheng said, "Ming Ansheng, when I find Su Yue, Tang Feiling will have the same fate as Wen Xinyi."
Ming Ansheng immediately knew what he meant. A cold gleam flashed across his eyes and the temperature in the capital city seemed to lower down to a few degrees.
"I'll see to it myself."
He replied coldly, hanging up.
'Tang Feiling!'
