"Your son isn't dead. I'll trade him for my son. Will you trade?" Qin Xiaoyu shouted.

"How do you know he's not dead?" Bai Weiwei was stunned.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely find him. Just you wait!" Qin Xiaoyu slammed down the phone. That was all she could do now; the more she said, the more mistakes she would make. She emphasized her words, and Bai Weiwei remained skeptical, not daring to act rashly.

A Lei and Commander Zhou had just returned when they heard the news and rushed in from outside. They found her slumped on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, almost kneeling down.

"how's it going?"

"Jiajia is fine for now. Quickly find Bai Weiwei's son. I promised her, one in exchange for another."

"Didn't they say her son was dead? Where are we going to look for him?" my cousin-in-law asked anxiously.

"We'll search high and low, even if it means digging three feet into the ground!" Qin Xiaoyu roared.

A Lei understood Qin Xiaoyu's thoughts. Regardless of whether Bai Weiwei's son lived or died, they could only insist that he was alive. Giving her hope was the only way to give Xiao Jiajia a chance to survive, making her reluctant to take action.

Qin Xiaoyu was certain that all mothers felt the same way.

The whole family returned quickly. Commander Zhou had the clearest vision and made strategic plans.

"Some people will search for Bai Weiwei's whereabouts, and some people will search for Bai Weiwei's son's whereabouts." Commander Zhou took out a map, a large map of the city. Although it was a bit outdated, the main streets had not changed. He assigned tasks to everyone.

“It’s not easy for her to hide with such a small child, especially since she has no money,” Qin Xiaoyu said after thinking for a moment.

The worst thing now is that accommodation management isn't as strict as it used to be; a letter of introduction isn't always required. So Bai Weiwei is very likely hiding with Xiao Jiajia in some inconspicuous, shady hotel.

We can't alert her now. Bai Weiwei can't take any more shocks. If we push her too far, she might kill the hostage, and then Xiao Jiajia will really never come back.

“We’ll go find her son. Once we find him, she’ll contact us.” Qin Xiaoyu and A Lei went to Lei Bingzheng’s house first. They needed his strong support now. Simply calling the police wouldn’t solve the problem. They needed his cooperation to get everything done smoothly.

We had originally planned to have dinner together tonight, and A Lei called him as soon as he arrived to arrange a time.

Lei Bingzheng himself had no children, but he had some expectations for this great-grandson. After all, he had the blood of the Fang family and was a descendant of the Fang family.

He didn't go to work during the day, staying home. For the first time, he went into the kitchen and looked at the dinner menu, carefully making additions and subtractions, thinking he had taken it very seriously. He left all his numerous girlfriends who came to visit to his secretary and staff.

Lei Bingzheng has a habit of liking well-ventilated rooms; even in the coldest days of winter, he keeps several windows open in his house.

It felt chilly today, so I asked the staff to close all the windows upstairs and downstairs and check them carefully before I felt relieved.

"I can't let the child catch a cold, I can't take that responsibility," he muttered to himself, knowing that his sister-in-law was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

A Lei's car drove straight in, and the smell of gunpowder was palpable as soon as it parked.

Then there was a loud bang, and the door was kicked open.

"You brat, you're getting more and more unruly! Where's the child?" Lei Bing was about to scold her a bit more, but then he remembered the important matter at hand and stopped. He glanced back and saw that Qin Xiaoyu wasn't holding the child either.

"The child has been taken away." A Lei, pale-faced, finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Who took her away? What time did they bring her back?" Lei Bingzheng misunderstood.

"I won't bring it back." A Lei's words were clear, and the purple clay teapot in Lei Bingzheng's hand slipped and shattered into pieces.

Looking at A Lei's expression, this old revolutionary, who had been infiltrating the enemy for so many years, showed fear for the first time; he panicked too.

His child was both his weakness and his bottom line. He rushed to the table, made a few phone calls, and habitually glanced at his Rado watch, starting a countdown.

Within half an hour, Bai Weiwei found a temporary place to stay.

A Lei drove there, but couldn't get into the intersection. He got out of the car, and Lei Bingzheng and Qin Xiaoyu were silently following beside him.

The houses are located near the suburbs. They are not as neat as the factory staff housing in the city; they are built rather haphazardly, scattered here and there.

The rows and numbers mentioned on the phone are meaningless. Without straight lines, there are no rows. They are just crooked wooden fences and wooden doors. How can there be numbers?

Fortunately, Lei Bingzheng's men stayed behind to provide backup. Otherwise, they would have spent a whole day searching just for this address.

Bai Weiwei rented a house in the middle of the courtyard. The gate was open, and Lei Bing almost slipped and fell flat on his face as he stepped across the threshold; the cellar was too deep. The courtyard was piled high with junk.

Although it's already October and the weather is getting cooler, the smell in this yard is not exactly pleasant.

The door had been pried open, the lock was crooked to one side, and it had an old lock.

If you had told Bai Weiwei a few years ago that she would be living in a dirty, messy old house, she would have laughed herself to death and never believed it.

The former socialite has reached the end of her road.

The house was small, with a kang (a heated brick bed) built on the north side and a stove on the floor for warmth. The stove was cold, indicating that the owner had been gone for a long time. The south-facing window was so dirty that no light could get in.

Her luggage was still there, very simple, in the green satchel by the kang (a heated brick bed), two tattered vests and shorts, whether bought or found, it was unclear. A change of clothes, worn and tattered.

Beside the kang (heated brick bed) was a large tea mug, the food inside of which had been sitting for who knows how long. As you approached, a swarm of flies would suddenly erupt. This was the last of the crazy seasons, barely clinging to life.

They came out of the house, and the landlord had already been brought back from the neighbor's house. She was a short woman, already wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat, with blackened cotton showing through the sleeves. She had her hands in her sleeves, and her eyes were darting around, making everyone huddle together in fear. People like her are easily frightened and will say anything when scared.

When was the last time you saw her?

"Good morning, good morning, she, she, she goes to, goes to, goes to work." The landlord couldn't finish a sentence.

"Has anyone come to see her since she moved in?"

No, no.

Do you know her name?

"No, I don't know." This is a classic case of someone knowing nothing when asked; you can't get any clues from her.

A Lei went into the house again and looked around. From any perspective, Bai Weiwei didn't seem to have been back during the day. Did she have another place to stay?

"If she comes back, you have to find a way to keep her here." That was all A Lei could say.

The next clue lies with Zuo Xiangyang. Although he and Bai Weiwei are divorced, he couldn't possibly be completely unaware of her affairs. This petty man might still be secretly monitoring her, just refusing to admit it.