After hanging up the phone with Mrs. Zhang, Fu Mohan had a dark face and immediately made another call.

Soon, noises came from the mobile phone, as well as Ji Yunting's hearty voice, "Hey, who are you?"

"Where's Lin Jinran?" Fu Mohan said in a deep voice, forcing himself to listen patiently to the deafening sound in his hands.

"Ah, not here." Ji Yunting was obviously confused, and then asked strangely, "What happened to Jin Ran? Fu Mohan is your wife, you..."

"Dudududu"

There was a hang-up sound on the phone. Ji Yunting spat in a low voice, picked up his clothes, and said hello to his collaborator, "Sorry, I have something to do, so I have to leave first."

Ignoring the partners for a while, he quickly left the bar. After leaving the bar, he dialed Fu Mohan's phone number just now.

When Fu Mohan saw that it was him, he pressed reject without any hesitation, dragged it to the blacklist, and started dialing Lin Jinran's number.

The ringtone of his cell phone was unanswered, and his eyebrows furrowed more and more tightly. Fu Mohan retrieved the contact information of the person named h from his cell phone and dialed.

Half a minute later, the phone was connected, and he ordered with a cold face, "Check Lin Jinran's phone and its location. I want to know within ten minutes."

"no problem."

——

Lin Jinran's hungry intestines were about to fight, and his thirsty lips were chapped.

She was so hungry that she didn't have the energy to knock on the door and call for help. She couldn't wait any longer and had to ask for help.

I squatted on the ground and carefully groped the room, hoping to find something that could be knocked. I walked around in a circle, but except for a few abandoned chassis, I didn't touch anything else.

She sat on the ground in despair, extremely helpless.

Who can come and save her, who can save her!

——

Eight minutes later, Fu Mohan received the address provided by h, and his mobile phone was set to dhs.

Fu Mohan's black eyes darkened slightly, dhs.

Is she still working?

Impossible, if you are at work, why don't you answer the phone!

Putting down the important documents that needed his approval, Fu Mohan held his cell phone in one hand and strode out of the office.

On the way to DHS by car, I contacted the leader of DHS and arranged for the doorman on duty to open the door.

Half an hour later, Fu Mohan arrived at the DHS building. Not only was the doorman there, but the manager was also eagerly waiting for him.

Within sight, he saw a Rolls-Royce, and the manager hurriedly ran over, "Master Fu, the door has been opened. You came here late at night. Do you need something like that?"

"Take me to the design department." Fu Mo coldly interrupted the leader and strode towards the building.

Soon, the manager took Fu Mohan to the design department. He looked around the empty room, frowned subconsciously, and quickly pressed Lin Jinran's phone number with his fingers.

"Master Fu, do you need to find something? Just tell me and I will help you find it."

"Shut up!" Fu Mohan glared at the chattering leader, "If you keep talking, get out!"

The manager shrank his neck, closed his mouth, and said nothing quietly.

Despite the manager's interruption, Fu Mohan didn't hear anything, and he couldn't help but wonder whether H's investigation was accurate.

He pressed dial again, breathed slowly, and listened.

Buzz buzz, buzz buzz, buzz buzz.

Extremely light vibrations resounded in the silent office.

"Stand here and don't move!" After ordering the manager behind him, Fu Mohan strode towards the office area, dialing Lin Jinran's contact information over and over again, and confirming the location over and over again.
Chapter completed!