During this period of time, Ning Yiyuan had been sitting quietly by the side. His eyes were fixed on the map of District 3 on the terminal, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
At this moment, Mo Yang suddenly ran in with his forehead covered in sweat. His eyes were burning as he stared at them. "How is it? Have you... found Little Chu?"
Zuo Lin was unable to say no when he met Mo Yang's expectant gaze. He could only turn his face slightly and remain silent.
However, it was this action that caused the anticipation on Mo Yang's face to instantly fade away. It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained in an instant. A dignified seven-foot-tall man was half-squatting on the ground. He covered his head with his large hands, trying to cover the pain on his face.
"Wait!" Ning Yiyuan suddenly said. His frown finally relaxed, and his eyes lit up. "Have you looked here?"
