His tone was urgent, but his logic was clear, he explained the situation in a few words.
Fu Ziqian's hand tightened around the phone.
Qiao Qian continued, "They are driving an XX brand van, silver-gray, heading towards XXX Road, and the license plate is XXXXX."
"Okay, I got it." Fu Ziqian hung up the phone. He handed the phone to Qiao Zhenghao.
Qiao Zhenghao asked nervously, "What's going on? What's wrong with Chuchu?"
Fu Ziqian said calmly, "It's nothing. Uncle, don't worry."
As he spoke, he headed downstairs, making calls as he walked.
Qiao Zhenghao knew Fu Ziqian was running around for Qiao Chuchu's situation. He was worried but couldn't help much. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind... There was still Dad. Although Dad was retired, he still had some influence, and the second brother was still in the military.
