"I still feel something's not right, Ah Hai, have you gotten in touch with him?"
After hesitating for a moment, Lian Yaotang turned, glaring at the young man sitting at the back of the hall.
This young man was named Lin Lianhai, his third son.
Lin Lianhai was different from Lin Liansheng and Lin Lianwei. As the youngest, he was spoiled since childhood, a true second-generation heir.
He knew only how to enjoy himself, indulging in drunken revelry daily, with no ambitions to become the successor, posing no threat to his older brothers.
He was usually too lazy to attend family meetings, but the situation this time was too dire, forcing his presence.
"No."
Lin Lianhai lazily replied, putting down his phone.
He had called his second brother several times, but could not reach him once.
"How could this be? This isn't Lianwei's way; he loves being flashy, longing to achieve something for me to see. He would never disappear without a trace..."
