"Miss Wen, don't be upset. Young Master Mo will definitely be okay."
The business van was speeding along the broad city road, heading towards the direction of the MS Group. The driver was Qing Yang. In the front passenger seat, Qing Feng turned his head to look at Wen Ran in the back seat. Her face was stricken with grief and her hands were clenched tightly together. He couldn't help but softly comfort her.
Just a moment ago, he had called Mo Xiuchen; however, the mobile phone was turned off. Wen Ran had become distracted ever since he made that call.
Wen Ran's anxious and worried thoughts were interrupted by Qing Feng's words. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Qing Feng, whispering, "I don't know if my brother has found Mo Xiuchen yet. I will give him a call."
