Han Zhifan listened with both anger and impatience as he pulled the covers off and got out of bed. He walked over to the bathroom then said with a terrible temper, "What are you calling me for?! Go look for him! I'm telling you now if you guys don't find him, don't come back!"
"Yes, Mr. Han..." replied the housekeeper with fear.
Han Zhifan didn't even bother replying to the housekeeper and hung up. He kicked the bathroom door open, found his toothbrush and toothpaste, then quickly freshened up.
Fortunately, it was still early and the city hadn't completely started to wake up yet. Han Zhifan drove back home in unusually smooth traffic. After about thirty short minutes, he reached the front door of his villa.
The car hadn't even come to a complete stop when he pushed the door open, got out and ran in.
