Chi Zaozao didn't know how many places she had searched, but she still couldn't find a trace of Tang Wanjun.
She made several more calls, but the phone was still off.
Chi Zaozao couldn't understand, where could that man have gone?
Why would he ignore Qing Er and the child?
If she finds him, she's going to give him a good beating.
Chi Zaozao couldn't find him anywhere, so she told the taxi driver to drive back to the hospital.
On the way back to the hospital, her gaze was fixed outside the car window. On the sidewalk, people were rushing, eager to get to work.
Many middle school students were also riding their bicycles quickly.
Students...
Chi Zaozao's eyes lit up as she suddenly thought of a place.
A place where Tang Wanjun loved to take her when they were kids.
"Driver, could you please take the car to Jing Xiu Hill?"
That place, where Tang Wanjun used to love to go.
