ng, "Boss, the young mistress has gone missing, Miss Lin went to the hospital."He didn't pause his stride, striding towards the CEO's elevator. He gave a cold order, "Immediately contact the bank and...Fu Shaoqing's heart skipped a beat.

He turned his head toward the sound. A maid was hurriedly trying to pick up a bucket of water that had spilled and wiping it up with a cloth.

Seeing him turn his head to look over, he quickly bent down and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I just slipped my hand accidentally, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Clean up, I won't be back tonight. Don't cook," Fu Shaoqing replied indifferently, turned around, took out a black band, walked down the steps, got into his red sports car, and drove away.

When he drove away from the villa, the maid who was cleaning stopped what she was doing. She glanced around furtively, making sure no one was watching, then put down her rag and walked to her own room.

Back in her room, she took out her phone and sent a text message. She received a reply soon after.

After reading it, the maid deleted the message, put her phone away, returned to the living room and picked up a cloth, continuing to clean the water stains on the floor as if nothing had happened.

Fu Shaoqing first drove to the hospital to visit his mother.

When he went there, the old butler was not present. According to other servants, he had gone to rest.

Fu Shaoqing didn't mind. He found a doctor to learn about He Shumei's condition.

He Shumei is still unconscious. Fortunately, she's no longer in danger from her illness, but it's unknown when she will wake up.

After spending some time with He Shumei in the hospital, he left to return to Fu Group to handle work.

He has many things to decide every day, most of which he can push out and delegate.

However, some things that cannot be pushed out or divided still require Fu Shaoqing to make the decision in person.

When he had nothing else to do, most of his time was spent at the group, even if he wasn't handling official business, he still needed to attend some meetings, listen to some opinions or summaries.

On his way to Fu Group, he received a message on his phone.

Fu Shaoqing held the steering wheel in one hand and picked up his phone to open the email content. One of the photos caught his attention, and a hint of surprise flashed across his handsome face.

He turned the steering wheel, pulling the car into a parking space on the side of the road and looked at the photo on his phone with a complex expression.

The address in the photo is a place he had visited before and come up empty-handed, but this picture was taken quite some time ago, probably about five years back.

After he returned, unwilling to accept it, he sent people to investigate that address, wanting to see what it looked like before.

In just one day, the people sent out had gathered all the photos they could find and compiled them into an email to Fu Shaoqing.

Fu Shaoqing was staring at a photograph taken by a map-collecting vehicle. The photo showed a row of temporary houses at the address, and one scrawny, sleazy man was pointing a stick at the vehicle with wide eyes, as if he were yelling at it to leave quickly.

Once a row of houses, there is now no trace of them left, it can be seen that they have all been demolished.

Could that address in the photo be telling him this row of houses

Looking at the scrawny, wretched man captured by the harvesting vehicle's camera, he doesn't seem like a farmer. What was this place used for before

Fu Shaoqing passed the photo to someone, and then made a phone call.

On the phone, a man yawned, "Second Young Master, what's up"

Fu Shaoqing said in a deep voice, "I sent you a photo. Check the person in the photo and get back to me as soon as possible."

Yes, I will check right away.s. He didn't need to do anything; she almost instinctively leaned into him. 。He wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulling the woman in his arms closer. 。Lin Jinran had a dream. 。In my dream, th...