"Yes, Uncle Lu. We've been to the local police station to inquire, but there's no record of the Wen Family filing a report with the local police. Right now, we have no idea whether the child is alive or dead," Yao Ziye reported to Lu Jun's father, glancing through the car window at the direction where Lu Jun was facing.
Jun Ye's half-profile was engulfed in the twilight haze, his cold brows exuding an icy chill that seemed even colder than usual.
Lu Heyan, far beneath the Emperor's feet, listening to Yao Ziye's report, could imagine that his son, who hadn't called, was surely in a temper by now. He sighed and said to Yao Ziye, "Ziye, I really appreciate it. If you hadn't accompanied Lu Jun, I might have had to make a trip down South myself."
