The night wind blew gently, the shadows of the trees along the river twisted over the water, making it appear even colder and isolated.
Su Li asked softly, "Did Feng Huaimu... run away with Haohao?"
Feng Huaijin frowned tightly, almost capable of killing a fly with his brow: "Yes."
Unexpectedly, Feng Huaimu still had a trick up his sleeve.
But it's not a big problem; it's a society governed by law now, with surveillance everywhere, and he can't hide for long. Just afraid Xu Haohao ended up in his hands; who knows what might happen.
Xu Haohao is probably his hostage.
Feng Huaijin saw the trembling manager running over and said, "The police are here."
Feng Huaijin gently nodded to indicate he knew. He looked at Su Li, who was shivering from the river breeze, took off his coat and draped it over her, gently holding her and said, "Alright, alright, it's okay now. I'll go in first; don't catch a cold."
