The detail that Si Moyu recalled instantly sent shivers down the spines of both ladies.
"Brother, quickly think of a way."
"President Si, please! A minute's delay and the children might be doomed!"
Si Moyu, with heavy steps, prepared to leave home again before even getting a moment to rest.
He had just reached the doorway.
Information from subordinates came in.
This time.
Si Moyu's face turned completely dark, his clenched fists trembling.
"Such audacity! Trace the IP address from which they sent the photos!"
Subordinate: "President, we checked immediately, but the address is dynamic, can't be traced..."
Si Moyu punched the door frame: "Are they ghosts? How can we find nothing? Can they vanish into thin air with a living person?"
The subordinate was also anxious: "President, if we don't respond to their question soon, I'm afraid Young Master Hu might be in grave danger."
Si Moyu: "Nonsense, don't remind me!"
