On the Rescue Wheel, Lu Moqing stood at the bow of the ship, staring blankly at the sea area where Qiao Xu had fallen.
The bodies of the three traffic police officers were found nearby. Where else could Qiaoxu have been washed away after falling with them?
He had someone check the meteorological forecast for that day, and the currents were not strong. Even if they were, it would be impossible for Qiaoxu to be washed away alone.
Qiaoxu must have been saved by someone.
Lu Moqing suddenly looked up, with a faint hint of hope flashing in the bottom of his eyes.
The person who saved Qiaoxu could not be ignorant of the missing person notices or unaware of the news that the Lu family had been searching for Qiaoxu.
So, this person must have had another purpose.
Lu Moqing's pupils deepened, staring at the calm sea surface, not saying a word.
"Let's go back."
