Mo Yancheng did not reply. He walked toward the corridor and turned into the backyard. Although the lights were dim, they lit up the entire backyard.
With the sharp senses and intuition of a soldier, he scanned the scene and saw the fallen bouquet of flowers. He only saw the footprints of a man and a woman on the ground, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Not good, Qiming." He blurted out, especially that epaulet. It was probably forcefully pulled off by someone.
Mo Wen had once said that Qiming had escaped and was heading towards the mo residence. Could it be ...
He followed the footprints and saw that it was in the direction of the wall. The wall was very difficult for ordinary people, but it was a piece of cake for trained Special Forces soldiers.
"A-ze." Mo Yancheng called out in a low voice.
Unfortunately, ah ze did not appear. He took out his phone and made a call, but ah ze did not pick up.
