In a quiet alley on Wangjiang South Road, the black Phaeton slowly stopped.
Qiao Nian took off her seat belt, picked up her bag, and said to the man in the driver's seat, "Thank you."
Ye Wangchuan raised his chin slightly, one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand on the car window, the brown Buddhist beads on his wrist wrapped around his fair wrist, like a lazy lion. He glanced at the door on the side of the road, didn't see anything special about this place, and said; "Do you want me to accompany you in?"
Qiao Nianxiang didn't want to refuse; "No, I can go in by myself."
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
Qiao Nian couldn't wait to get rid of him, so she closed the car door, waved to him, and said, "Then Brother Ye, I'll go in first."
"kindness."
Ye Wangchuan watched her walk familiarly into the two-story white villa, then sat in the driver's seat and took out his cell phone.
He has lived in Beijing for a long time, but he is aware of the land prices around the city.
The house that Qiao Nian had just entered was located in a prime location in the south of the city. Any storefront in this commercial district was very expensive, and a stand-alone private studio like this one was unlikely to be cheap.
Jiang Li told him that Qiao Nian's previous adoptive parents had a little money, but they treated her very badly and were reluctant to let her go to a better school.
How did she know about this place? She even seemed to come here often
He took a picture of the small white building.
Soon, news came back.
[I know this! There is a psychological clinic on Wangjiang Road. The doctors there are notoriously hard to get an appointment with! The prices are also very expensive. Mr. Wang, are you… feeling unwell? If you have a mental illness, don’t be afraid to see a doctor! ]
[roll.]
Ye Wangchuan replied to the message with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the girl who had already entered the door.
Psychological clinic
expensive
He had read Qiao Nian's profile and found it unremarkable. But after getting to know her, he found that she was not at all like what was written in the profile.
He was about to reply to the message when suddenly, the caller ID lit up on his phone screen.
Ye Wangchuan picked up the phone and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "What's the matter?"
"Master Wang, Young Master, Young Master is missing!"
His face suddenly sank, his jawline was tight, and he no longer cared about the psychological clinic. He started the car, turned the steering wheel, and said to the person on the other end, "Where are you?"
The black car sped away.
(End of this chapter)