The Bentley Continental is parked at the back entrance of the building.
Lu Fan got out of the car and rushed into the back door, running all the way from the fire escape to the 35th floor. When others appeared in the president's office, the president's secretary Li Zi was holding a thick stack of documents and turned and walked out.
"Mr. Lu?" Li Zi was stunned for a moment.
"Where is Huanxi?" Lu Fan asked eagerly.
"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang took leave and went home. Didn't you know?" Li Zi didn't know why. "She just left. If you hurry up, you might be able to see her in the parking lot..."
Before Li Zi could finish speaking, he saw Lu Fanren turning around and running out without even saying a word.
Underground Parking Lot.
Lu Fan kicked the Passat in front of him hard, and an angry look appeared on his face.
The person has left, but he did not drive his car.
Who picked her up?
Lu Fan's face was as dark as water. He took out his phone and called Wang Chao, asking him to wait at home. If Tang Huanxi came home soon, he told him to keep the person no matter what method he used, and then call him to inform him.
Although he knew that it was unlikely that Tang Huanxi would return home, Lu Fan still had to give it a try.
Immediately, he called Zhao Hong again and asked him to check whether there were any tickets and air tickets booked as Tang Huanxi. If so, ask his people to block people at the airport or station, and then send the location and message.
give him.
Tang Huanxi must have met Songpa. Maybe she didn't even know that she had already met Songpa.
This is a demon that even the great masters of ancient martial arts are afraid of. How can Tang Huanxi, a weak woman, be his opponent?
At this time, the mobile phone suddenly rang.
Lu Fan's hand trembled, fearing that bad news would come.
But in my heart, I was inexplicably expecting it to be Tang Huanxi, so I finally took out my phone.
It's just that the number above is not from Tang Huanxi, but from Liu Qingqing.
"Mr. Lu, there is news from the Emerald Valley. This morning, they found a bloody silk shirt among Shen Lu's discarded daily belongings. If nothing else, it should be your wife's..."
Liu Qingqing's tone was solemn, and she realized the seriousness of the problem.
But she didn't get any response, and Lu Fan hung up the phone.
Click!
The piercing car alarm sounded in the empty underground parking lot.
Lu Fan put his hand into the smashed Passat window, opened the door, and sat sideways in the cab.
Center console, passenger drawer, sun visor...
When Lu Fan searched desperately in the car and finally found a bloody silk handkerchief, an unprecedented anger swept through his body!