Sheng Siyuan didn't sleep well that night.
It was almost dawn when he finally closed his eyes for a moment, but he was soon awakened by a persistent "thump thump" knocking at the door.
"Who is it?"
He had no choice but to get up and open the door with a sullen, handsome face.
To his surprise, the person who appeared at the door so early in the morning was his eldest son, also with a gloomy little face.
"Sheng Xi? Why are you up so early?"
"Daddy, my brother and sister are missing!" Sheng Xi said, his little fists clenched tightly, fighting back his anger to tell Daddy.
Sheng Siyuan was stunned for a moment.
After a moment, he came to his senses, and his face changed dramatically; without even changing his clothes, he rushed out.
As expected, when he got to the two children's rooms in the main building and pushed the door open, he saw the little beds untouched.
"Where have they gone?"
"How would I know?" Sheng Xi replied, still seething with anger.
