"Mr. Fu." The moment Am Son started speaking, he apparently glanced at Shen Feiwan.
Shen Feiwan tightened her lips slightly.
To say that she had no reaction would be utterly untruthful.
She was merely trying her best to stay calm.
"Have you made up your mind, Mr. Am Son?" Fu Shiyan asked.
His voice was still calm.
Clearly though, before the call started, Ming Qi had seen the boss mentally preparing himself.
A day had passed.
It was already nighttime.
As they awaited Am Son's call, they had conducted many investigations.
Yet there weren't many substantial leads.
Firstly, Am Son's phone number had been masked using internet calling, so they could find neither the location of his cell tower nor his IP address.
Secondly, all surveillance footage around the hospital during Shen Feiwan's disappearance was completely blank—they had no direction to lead their search, and had no idea where Shen Feiwan was.
