"Young Madam, we've already identified the cause of the plane crash—it was hijacked."
Qin Miaomiao lifted her gaze to him and asked, word by word:
"Have you found out who hijacked it?"
"Apologies, not yet, Young Madam. Should we inform Madam about this matter?"
Little second didn't dare look her in the eye. Qin Miaomiao's heart sank immediately, yet her expression grew even more ruthless:
"Telling them will only create chaos. Go investigate right now and find out exactly what happened!"
Little second felt a chill in his heart. Just then, Qin Miaomiao received a call from Mr. Jiu. After learning Lu Qing had been in an accident, her first reaction was to contact Mr. Jiu.
Though she wasn't entirely sure of the full extent of his influence, he was the person she trusted the most, and she had to seek his help.
"Ninth Uncle."
