The sudden tight stinging pain from his chest made Li Shaoyan's face pale and his body staggered. He quickly stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him, and then he barely supported his shaking body.

"Shaoyan, what's wrong with you?"

Song Ming looked at Li Shaoyan with concern, his face was so ugly that it was scary.

"fine."

Li Shaoyan waved his hand and stood up with the wall. The palpitations at that moment made him suddenly have a bad premonition. The uneasiness came too quickly, and it was too late when he wanted to catch it.

Song Ming looked at Li Shaoyan worriedly. He just thought he had been too tired these days, so Li Shaoyan's face looked so ugly. He couldn't help but tighten his hands. Lin Mufei had become more and more overwhelmed and more aggressive. Recently, there are more and more requests, and their suppressed anger is about to burst out.

"Don't force yourself. It's not a matter of dealing with Lin Mufei overnight. The allies behind him have not been dug out yet. Even if we want to deal with him, it's not the case now."

Song Ming comforted him in a deep voice, although his tone was full of gritting teeth, he wished he could kill Lin Mufei and then hurry up.

"I see."

Li Shaoyan said with a tired face. He knew that he was not tired, but worried about Song Yiran and the others. At this moment, the worry was no longer able to suppress it, and he had to contact Song Yiran as soon as possible.

"I'll go back first, you will follow the plan."

After Li Shaoyan finished speaking, he ignored whether Song Ming agreed or not, and quickly left with a gloomy face. Song Ming stood there, looking at his friend's back worriedly.

When he hurriedly returned home, Li Shaoyan hurriedly pushed open the door of the study and opened the computer directly to send an email to Song Xiaobao. There were only two words on it: reply quickly.

After that, he kept sitting in the study, staring at the computer without blinking, waiting for Song Xiaobao's response.

"Mommy, where is brother? Why didn't my brother come back with you?"

Seeing Song Yiran with a tired face, Song Xiaomeng, who had always been innocent and ignorant, suddenly became sensible. There was no smile on her face, but extremely serious and serious. Her eyes were full of concern and worry, and she waited for Song Yiran to tell her the answer without blinking.

Just now when Gong Ming took her away, she felt something, so it was very quiet along the way.

After finally mommy came back, she wanted to ask clearly.

Look, Xiao Meng is looking for her to ask for her brother.

Song Yiran's heart twitched, and she barely showed a smile to look at Song Xiaomeng, slowly spreading her arms.

Song Xiaomeng walked forward obediently, took the initiative to snuggle in Song Yiran's arms, raised her head and looked at her with her big watery eyes.

"Little Mengge, my brother has something to do, so I'll leave first. Are you going to stay here with mommy, okay?"

Song Yiran gently stroked Song Xiaomeng's head and tried hard to suppress the sourness in his heart and said softly.

"Well, Xiaomeng understands. Mommy, don't be sad. Xiaomeng will not ask about her brother anymore."

Song Xiaomeng's obedience made Song Yiran feel distressed. Her eyes quickly turned red and burned. She tried hard to take a deep breath and pressed down the astringency. Song Yiran hugged Song Xiaomeng and rubbed her face intimately.

"Xiaomeng is the most obedient, mommy's little baby."

Gong Ming stood aside without saying a word. On the surface, he seemed to have no reaction, but his heart was gloomy. He knew that something happened to Song Xiaobao.

But now he can't ask anything, because Song still doesn't want to worry Song Xiaomeng.

After a moment of silence, Gong Ming walked to his computer and opened it, using his own method to check Song Xiaobao's whereabouts. He had asked someone to investigate Wei Zi before, and had a certain understanding of him, and he also knew the places where he hid.

Gong Ming contacted his people and asked them to lurk near several old nests of Wei Zi. He would contact him once he took Song Xiaobao back.

Song Yiran comforted Song Xiaomeng, coaxed her to fall asleep, and then went to find Gong Ming after putting the person in the room. Gong Ming knew what she meant even if she didn't say it. He talked about the matter of having him squatting in Wei Zi's lair, then looked at Song Yiran and waited for her to speak.

"Sorry, I'm involved in unnecessary trouble."

"It's okay, Song and I are friends. His business is mine, so you don't need to be polite to me."

"Gong Ming, please contact your uncle Gong Jue. I need his help now."

Song Yiran said a little tiredly. Although Gong Ming's strength is enough to be the best, she is more at ease with Gong Jue. It is related to Song Xiaobao. She doesn't want to be reckless or sloppy. Moreover, Gong Jue has more experience and stronger abilities than Gong Ming.

"I got it, I will contact my uncle."

"Also, the signal here has been blocked, and I can't call. Is there any way to remove the blocking? I want to contact Li Shaoyan."

"I'll try."

After Gong Ming finished speaking, he became busy in front of the computer without saying a word. Song Yiran stood by and watched in silence. For a moment, he had a lot of thoughts.

How should she tell Li Shaoyan that Song Xiaobao was taken away in front of her?

Will Li Shaoyan... blame her?

"Aunt Song, I have Xiaobao's email."

Gong Ming pointed to the flashing envelope sign in the lower right corner of the computer. Song Yiran immediately walked over and clicked the right click. The sender had three words Li Shaoyan written on it, but the content was only two words.

The two simple words contain urgency and anxiety, representing Li Shaoyan's mood.

Song Yiran's lips subconsciously pursed, and looked at the email sent by Li Shaoyan silently. At this moment, the yard suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps, followed by Mu Shiyan's anxious and worried voice.

"Ranran, phone number... Wei Zi called!"

Mu Shiyan said that, and the man ran in. His mobile phone was holding a satellite phone. Even if the signal here was blocked, high-end technology could still be used.

Song Yiran glanced at Gong Ming, and Gong Ming also switched the computer page to a small game the moment Mu Shiyan looked over, pretending to be attentive and playing.

Mu Shiyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the computer in front of Gong Ming was just a decoration.

"Hurry, Wei Zi wants to talk to you."

Mu Shiyan anxiously handed the phone in his hand to Song Yiran, then stood aside, frowned and looked haggard and worried.

"Say, what do you want?"

"I want a key."

Wei Zi was also simply, without any hesitation, and said his answer. Song Yiran couldn't help but tighten the phone even more, and she almost couldn't help looking at Mu Shiyan.

Wei Zi took Song Xiaobao away, and the key blurted out was also the key. Lin Mufei had asked himself before, using Lin Xuetong as a exchange. Mu Shiyan obviously knew about the box and was also thinking about the key in his hand. If this was a coincidence, no one would believe it.

Thinking of the mysterious supporter behind Lin Mufei, Song Yiran almost immediately concluded that the man was Mu Shiyan.

However, she could not do anything, let alone show it.

"What key? I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't pretend to be garlic for me, I want your dead mother to leave you with the key. If you want your son to be safe, just exchange it for the key."

"I got it, I will look for it."

Song Yiran said almost gritting her teeth, and she wished she could climb to Wei Zi along the radio wave and shoot him in the head.

"Song Yiran, if you are smart, don't try to show me any more tricks. Our boss' kindness does not mean that I will give you a chance. Now we have two chips in our hands, and our own son is much more reliable than good friends. You may not care about Lin Xuetong, but you will always care about your own son."

Wei Zi's voice came again, as if threatening Song Yiran, and at the same time he also stated that he was Lin Mufei's person. But in fact, his explanation of becoming increasingly darker made Song Yiran even more convinced, believing that Mu Shiyan was the mysterious person behind Lin Mufei.

When did he start planning all this?

Song Yiran's heart was full of coldness, hating his carelessness and Mu Shiyan's hypocrisy.

"Ranran, why did Wei Zi arrest Xiaobao? What exactly is he doing? It's such a sin. If I hadn't investigated carefully before I found someone, Xiaobao wouldn't have happened to me. It was my fault, it was all my fault."

Mu Shiyan looked crying and his face was full of regret.

Song Yiran looked at it quietly, feeling hypocritical and disgusting. She could only suppress herself desperately and try not to expose too much.

"Uncle, it's not about your father. Don't blame yourself too much. Don't worry, I will never let anyone go who is unfavorable to Xiaobao."

Song Yiran's eyes were covered with cold murderous aura. Mu Shiyan was secretly frightened and did not dare to say a word. He pretended to comfort Song Yiran a few words, and hurriedly left on the grounds that he contacted the person to find Song Xiaobao.

Song Yiran immediately took off the disguise in her eyes after Mu Shiyan left. She knew that Mu Shiyan could no longer hold back.

It was indeed a cunning old fox, and you could detect any movement.

Gong Ming pursed his lips and looked at Song Yiran. When he saw her looking at him, he pointed to the email with only two words on the computer.

"I will reply with Xiaobao's computer, and you will continue to be busy with your own."

After Song Yiran finished speaking, she turned around and took Song Xiaobao's computer to open it, and skillfully found the email and started replying.

After a long wait, the computer finally responded. At the first glance, Li Shaoyan was sure that the email was replied by Song Yiran. He was familiar with her writing style and her tone. After reading the email, his expression could no longer be described as gloomy.

"Damn it!"

Li Shaoyan punched the table hard and actually smashed a hole on the wooden table. The broken wood chips pierced his joints, and it was bloody, but he seemed to have no idea.

He would never have thought that Mu Shiyan would be the mysterious supporter behind Lin Mufei. His purpose was probably to get the keys in Song Yiran's hand and get the things in the box. What exactly was in that box?

Looking at the message sent by Song Yiran over and over again, Li Shaoyan's tyranny in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

He couldn't help but want to kill someone, wanting to make the damn Lin Mufei and Mu Shiyan pay the price.

He actually dared to touch his son. He really was the King of Hell singing a big show on his head, seeking death!

Li Shaoyan slowly let go of his hand, took the phone with his bloody hand and contacted Xiao Lin.

"I will only give you twenty-four hours. In twenty-four hours, no matter whether you find Lin Xuetong or not, I will attack Lin Mufei. If he touches my son, I will never let him go."

Xiao Lin was silent and frowned tightly.
Chapter completed!