"Yaoyao!"
Lin Wanqing snapped out of her daze and hastily called out Lin Mengyao's name, then hurried to the front of the Bentley, peering around the vehicle.
But after a long search, she still hadn't spotted Lin Mengyao.
This made Lin Wanqing's delicate eyebrows knit tightly together, her heart filled with concern.
A woman's sixth sense told her that Lin Mengyao might have encountered trouble.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have disappeared without saying a word.
What puzzled Lin Wanqing was, with Wu Kun, a master at her side, who could have possibly gotten to Lin Mengyao?
As Lin Wanqing was mired in confusion, her phone's ringtone suddenly pierced the quiet.
Lin Wanqing quickly pulled out her phone and saw that the call was from an unfamiliar number with no contact name attached.
Chen Feng, hearing the sound, also hurried to Lin Wanqing's side and asked, "Who's calling?"
"I don't know!" Lin Wanqing shook her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
