Wang Xinjun was utterly unfamiliar with the area and had no idea where anything was. Hearing Wang Yao's words, he unconsciously ran towards the rocks.
The area was thick with rocks and trees, a favored spot for many young couples to date.
Wang Yao had seen couples return from that direction before, which was why he made that guess.
When they all rushed over, they had no real hope.
But as they charged in, they saw several people skulking behind the rocks in the night.
Among them was a young girl, lying at the bottom of the rocks, seemingly without any strength to resist, as if she had passed out.
Two men were beside her, still holding various filming equipment.
"Zixin!"
The light was fading, and from that distance, they couldn't see anything.
But Wang Xinjun had a feeling that it was his daughter.
Without a second thought, he ran over.
Wang Yao and his companion, seeing this, followed suit.
"Don't you two run! What are you doing here!"
