He lost contact with Song Xiang for nearly four hours, and Yan Yan visited the local government where the incident occurred.
"Yan, we can guarantee that your wife is not in the country!"
The negotiator was sweating profusely. Looking at the sudden increase in people in the office, he wanted to use his hands and feet to explain.
"The plane landed three kilometers away from your official residence. Will everyone disappear?!"
Yan Han's face was ashen, and his nerves had been tense ever since he knew that the plane had been in trouble.
He obtained a special order from Jun Yi and hired local forces through Xiao Sheng. Yan Zhicheng was in the country and used his connections to put pressure on the local government. The father and son went through a lot of trouble, but they only got the news that the plane was there and no one was there.
"Yan, we are deeply sorry for this matter, but..."
Before the other party finished speaking, the dark wooden warehouse pipe was pressed against his forehead.
"Looking for someone!"
"Okay! ok!" The other party raised his hands, wishing he could go out and look for his subordinates.
Yan Han forced himself to suppress his temper, but even his breathing was messed up. If he couldn't contact Song Xiang, he could think of countless terrible consequences.
His fingertips trembled slightly without leaving any trace, and he could only stay calm by clenching his fist tightly.
Yan Song came in from outside, "Master, Captain Xiao's phone number."
Yan Han stood up and quickly answered the phone.
"Mr. Yan, there are traces." Xiao Sheng's voice came through and said: "According to the grandsons who fought with the people on the plane, Song Xiang and your mother were 'rescued' by a group of forces, and they looked at their faces.
Probably Asian."
"Rescued?" Yan Han frowned, thinking of one person for the first time.
"That's right." Xiao Sheng bit the bread and said, "I have contacted the peacekeepers and will be able to determine the situation soon."
"Thank you."
"Relax, depending on the situation, Song Xiang should be safe." Xiao Sheng said in a joking voice, "The people I introduce to you are not ordinary people. You should be careful with them. These grandsons only recognize money and not people."
of."
Yan Han frowned and glanced coldly at the "bodyguards" behind him.
"I know."
"OK."
…
After a restless night, Song Xiang was anxious to contact Yan Han and wanted to see Rong Boye. Just as he was about to come one by one, An Xuyue suddenly fainted again.
Fortunately, I was just frightened and could fall asleep after drinking some medicine.
Seeing that time passed, Song Xiang could only go to the servant first, find a landline, and call Yan Han.
But I called several times and couldn't get through.
She was a little panicked, so she called Wang Fuxue and got through immediately.
Wang Fuxue was probably still sleeping in, so when she heard her briefly mention the situation, she woke up with a fright and promised her to find a way to contact Yan Han.
"Miss Song?" Rong Zhe suddenly appeared again.
Song Xiang put down the phone and walked closer, "Where is Mr. Rong?"
"You come with me."
Song Xiang nodded and followed.
Going up to the second floor, the layout is even more open, facing a whole wall of rose windows, and the sunlight shines in, making it colorful.
As soon as you turn around, you can see the photos hanging above the hall.
It's a wedding photo.
Song Xiang was slightly stunned. An Xuyue fainted when she entered the door just now, but she didn't even care.
How could a wealthy aristocrat put wedding photos in their living room?
Rong Boye was different. He made the photo very large, occupying an entire wall.
In the picture, the handsome man and the beautiful woman are truly a perfect couple.
Although Rong Boye did not have an exaggerated smile, the lines on his face were all soft. The person in his arms was gentle and beautiful, with a shy expression.
"Is that...Mrs. Rong?" Song Xiang asked.
Rong Zhe turned his head and glanced at the photo, "Yes."