After hanging up the phone, all Song Xiaoru's eyes were filled with concern.
Song Xiaodong could only say, "You don't need to worry. Due to the urgency, I was a bit harsh, and someone may have gotten hurt. But after all, this involves a kidnapping, which is a major case, so I have to help with the investigation."
Song Xiaoru had just heaved a sigh of relief when Miao Qingqing, squinting her eyes, said, "Just like that? If President Xiao can handle it himself, why do you need to go?"
Song Xiaodong rolled her eyes and could only say, "Alright, I admit, I was a bit more forceful; someone might've died."
"Ah! Xiaodong, did you kill someone?" Song Xiaoru suddenly turned pale, her hands tightly grabbing Song Xiaodong's hands.
Miao Qingqing also felt a chill in her heart. Even though she had seen her fair share of intense situations, murder seemed to be too severe for her.
