Feng Lin took a deep breath; Chi Qiaoqiao's master was none other than the Lord of Huangquan.
Perhaps he could find out his mother's whereabouts.
"You're Feng Lin?"
A mature female voice came from the other end, the woman sounding to be in her thirties or forties.
"That's right, I am Feng Lin."
Feng Lin held the steering wheel with one hand as he pulled over to the side of the road, replying calmly.
"It was you who swapped the fragment of Qiaoqiao, wasn't it?"
The woman's voice from the other side was icy cold.
"I switched it before she got her hands on it."
Feng Lin patted Zhao Qingqing's head, exited the car, and squatted by the roadside.
There were some things she shouldn't hear.
"Tell me, what do you want?" the woman on the other end asked, her voice carrying a commanding tone.
"I need to ask about someone named Hou Tianxue. She was taken away by two people years ago, one of whom was a middle-aged man with your Yellow Springs' barcode on his face."
