The large study was bright and clean, yet lonely and desolate.

Qi Shen sat in front of the computer, the dim light falling on him. His expensive handmade suit jacket was casually draped over the back of the chair, and his white shirt was wrinkled.

From a distance, the man's back looked like a beast poised to pounce, yet exhausted.

By repeatedly reviewing the surveillance video, Qi Shen locked onto that bright figure. Following the video, he saw that his Zhizhi had just walked out of the Nangong gate and was squatting by a clump of grass, her body trembling as if she were crying.

The image froze on the girl's small figure. Qi Shen felt a mix of emotions. He only came to his senses and stubbed out the cigarette when it burned down to his fingers.

The glass ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts; he had smoked more cigarettes today than he had in the entire previous month.

As the progress bar moved forward little by little, an eye-catching silver-gray sports car appeared on the monitoring screen.

Qi Shen narrowed his eyes.

Even from the blurry image, you can vaguely make out the streamlined shape of the car—a Koenigsegg.

He instantly knew the answer.

Knowing there was no danger, the man relaxed, but a cold smile curled his thin lips.

It's true that there are many wealthy people in Haicheng, but sports cars of this level and price are not common.

Not to mention it's a custom-made one.

Whose car could it be if not Cheng Shiyan's?

He was driving this very car when they were racing at the manor. It was Shi Yan's car, which was fine, but he wasn't foolish enough to think that Cheng Shi Yan had gone crazy and come out to pick up Fang Zhi in the middle of the night.

There was no one else driving the car but Lin Yisheng.

Qi Shen took off his glasses, revealing a hint of weariness in his handsome and refined features. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Anger, relief, and a hint of gratitude that he himself was unaware of surged through his chest.

He was furious that Fang Zhi had run away without permission and wasn't answering his phone, and furious that Lin Yisheng had simply picked him up without informing him...

But these angers subsided into calm once Fang Zhi knew that his safety had been ensured.

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Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

As dawn broke and the dark sky gradually revealed a pale blue hue in the far distance, Assistant Chen, having ascertained the news, rubbed his tired face and hurried towards Nangong.

The servants on night duty were in the living room. After the villa door opened, the servants led him to the door of the study and then withdrew.

Pushing open the door, the chandelier on the ceiling made Assistant Chen squint, and when he came to his senses, he had the illusion of entering a tomb.

The study was completely silent. The thick smell of smoke hit him and made his throat itch. He swallowed the urge to cough and looked up to see his boss sitting behind his desk like a statue.

"Mr. Qi." He walked slowly to the open space in front of his desk, stood still, and bowed his head respectfully. "We have found the address of the first poster. My men are on their way to arrest them. They should be here in half an hour at most."

The person who can become the First Assistant is naturally not someone who does things for nothing. Even without Qi Shen's instructions, Assistant Chen had already thoroughly investigated the person's identity, background, and family information.

"Furthermore, according to the information obtained from the investigation, he is not a student from Haicheng, but an unemployed person in society. Moreover, he has relatives who used to be residents of Qingshan Village."

"As for Miss Fang Zhi, she does have another phone number; the SIM card was obtained through a classmate. The new phone number is 123..."

Assistant Chen finished recounting what he had found in one breath, then lowered his head and tapped his leather shoes, waiting quietly for the man to speak.

Qi Shen memorized Fang Zhi's new number after hearing it only once, and then repeated it in a low voice, "Qingshan Village." His voice was so soft it was almost an illusion.

Besides Zhizhi's adoptive parents, who else in Qingshan Village would hold a grudge against a little girl who was not even six years old back then?

Zhizhi's adoptive mother? Impossible.

He frowned slightly. That woman hadn't even graduated from elementary school; she would never have thought of using the internet to attack people.

Moreover, he had specifically ordered someone to teach them a lesson back then, forbidding the couple from ever setting foot in Haicheng again.

For some unknown reason, the man's narrow, clear eyes suddenly flashed with a chilling ferocity, his gaze dark and deep, as if stained with ink, so black that it seemed to have no end.

He remembered that Aunt Pang had a biological daughter, and he couldn't rule out the possibility that it was another daughter who was doing things behind his back.

Qi Shen raised his eyelids and stared at Assistant Chen, his thin lips parting slightly as he gave an address in the suburbs, "Take the poster there." His deep, cold voice was like an icy blade, sharp enough to slit a throat and draw blood.

Assistant Chen knew this was a sign that the man was getting serious, so he nodded, "Yes, Mr. Qi."

After speaking, he looked up and tentatively asked:

"Has Miss Fang Zhi been found?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's dark and oppressive gaze fell on him, and Assistant Chen broke out in a cold sweat.

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

Qi Shen looked away. "Found it."

As President Qi's most capable assistant, Chen knew that the real President Qi was not as gentle as he appeared. But the look in President Qi's eyes just now was truly terrifying. Chen felt like he had just escaped a disaster. He glanced at the sky outside the window and asked, "President Qi, would you like to rest for a while?"

"No need." Qi Shen stood up from his chair, his voice hoarse and tired from staying up all night. "Go to the suburbs and finish things up. You don't need to go to the company today."

"Mr. Qi... no... right?"

Assistant Chen's eyes widened, and he stammered incoherently.

Is he going to get fired just because he showed a little more concern for Miss Fang Zhi?

Qi Shen glanced at him meaningfully, as if he could see through his thoughts, and said in a calm voice, "You've worked hard tonight. Go back and get some rest. Go to the company tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Assistant Chen's mood fluctuated wildly.

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