The night was deep, and for the first time, Ling Tianyou, holding his phone, suffered from insomnia.
From childhood to adulthood, it's not that he never had worries, but every time he faced them with confidence. Except this time.
Oh no, to be precise, only when it comes to Gu Ningyue does he find it increasingly hard to predict and understand.
What exactly is this woman thinking? Who gave her the nerve to dare to toy with him like this?
"Dingdong——"
"President Ling, there's still no clue from that side. We can't yet determine where the Young Madam is staying."
Looking at the message sent by his assistant, Ling Tianyou tightened his grip on the phone: "Why can't it be determined? For what reason?"
Gu Ningyue just got off the plane, how long could it have been? Could she have grown wings and flown away?
"Dingdong——"
