Lin Qian also frowned.

He doesn't want to go back.

Several men probably noticed this as well.

"Young Master Xiaolin, no matter what, the old general is your grandfather."

Lin Qianyi looked at him expressionlessly.

The man immediately realized that he seemed to have said nonsense again.

How could Xiaolin not know who his grandfather was?

This trick didn't work, in order to prevent Lin Qianyi from doing anything rebellious again.

No matter what trouble he gets into, the old general will naturally take care of him.

But what if he accidentally hurts himself.

It was really difficult for them to explain to the old general.

This is a major event that affects their future careers, so they naturally cannot take it lightly.

"Mr. Xiaolin, even if you don't want to go back, we must take this little girl back with us."

The old general has been a soldier for half his life and has many rivals.

Such a young child actually received such favor from Young Master Xiaolin.

If someone does it intentionally, it will be a huge hidden danger.

"I'll go back with you."

After escaping for such a long time, he was finally captured because of a little girl.

…

When Song Rushuang regained consciousness, she was in a beautifully decorated room.

From top to bottom, everything here is pink.

Pink walls, ceiling, rose crystal chandelier, windows and curtains, and a pink princess bed underneath.

This is a treatment that Song Rushuang has never had before.

Not even in the previous life.

But no matter how beautiful it is.

This was a completely unfamiliar area for Song Rushuang.

Song Rushuang's first reaction was to call the system Xiao Ai.

As a result, before Xiao Ai showed up, the door was opened from the outside.

Song Rushuang immediately shrank to the corner of the bed and looked at the person who walked into the room cautiously.

It was not what he had imagined, and the person who came was not a vicious kidnapper.

Instead, she was a middle-aged woman with a sweet smile, delicate makeup and gorgeous clothes.

She looks older than her mother, but is much more refined than her mother.

This is probably the difference between having money and having no money.

When the woman saw Song Rushuang woke up, her brows relaxed.

"Little beauty, you are finally awake."

Song Rushuang lowered her eyebrows and was trying hard to control the corners of her mouth that were about to rise.

She doesn't look happy either.

But she calls herself a little beauty.

"Don't be afraid, kid. You are safe here. We won't do anything to you."

She was very friendly towards Song Rushuang.

Song Rushuang could feel the kindness she expressed.

This greatly eased Song Rushuang's tension.

Song Rushuang looked around but didn't see the little boy.

Her heart sank, and she no longer cared about being afraid, let alone thinking about where she was or how to escape.

Instead, he asked nervously:

"Where is the little boy? Where did you take him?"

The middle-aged woman suddenly asked, not knowing what she had in mind:

"Little beauty, can you tell me why you appeared next to that little boy?"

Song Rushuang frowned slightly.

Her intuition told her that the kind woman in front of her must be related to the little boy.

Although she was confused, she still honestly told the middle-aged woman how she met the little boy.

She nodded thoughtfully.

Faced with Song Rushuang's worried expression, the woman just smiled.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about. Just wait and see my father again, and everything will be fine."

The confusion in Song Rushuang's heart gradually grew.

Meet...her father?

That should be an old man of the grandfather generation, right?

Judging from the furnishings around here, this is not an ordinary family.

Why are they so interested in themselves?

Or is it that I am actually a child from a wealthy family?

Because the situation is really strange, it is no wonder that Song Rushuang's thoughts are so wild.

After the middle-aged woman understood the general situation, she prepared to leave.

I saw that she had already stepped out of the room.

Song Rushuang quickly asked again:

"Pretty aunt, can I still see him?"

Hearing this address, the corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised.

It can be seen that she is in a pretty good mood.

"Probably, little beauty, you are indeed a very good child. No wonder Xiaoyi likes you so much."

After saying this, the woman left.

Song Rushuang stood there in a daze.

Xiao Yi?

This should be the name of the little boy.

It seems that they are really a family.

Song Rushuang's brows were deeply furrowed.

That's not right. If they were a family, wouldn't they just take the little boy away?

Why did you capture her too?

I don’t know what time it is now.

Having been "missing" for such a long time, I'm afraid her mother must be very worried.

At the same time in the north of the city.

Los Angeles Police Department consultation room.

Lin Bing had just helped Duan Dinglan fill in the information.

Duan Dinglan asked quickly:

"Comrade Police Officer, when can I see my daughter again?!"

The person who helped them take notes was a young policeman.

He flipped through the message records, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"It's hard to say."

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