Lance was frantically searching by the river, sending out boats overnight to conduct a salvage operation.
But after a whole night, there was no result.
Gu Zhiwei was so exhausted she collapsed at the riverbank, crying endlessly.
"Weiwei." Lance lifted her up, hugging her tightly, unsure of what to say.
His heart, in chaos, had long been torn.
Gu Zhiwei burst into tears, "Gu Zhixuan, Gu Zhixuan harmed our son..."
"Let's keep looking. Who knows if Gu Zhixuan is telling the truth with her lies. Our Weibao will definitely be fine." Lance comforted Gu Zhiwei, though he was also anxious inside.
His son, he hadn't even taken him into the palace, given him recognition and identity.
Why hadn't he given his son an identity earlier and arranged for bodyguards?
"Lance, if anything happens to Weibao, I won't live either," Gu Zhiwei said, her face ashen, teeth clenched tightly.
"No, it won't happen."
Besides offering unconvincing comfort, Lance couldn't say anything else.
