Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qiliang didn't catch Song Qinghuan, and didn't see the Fourth Master in his mouth outside, so his lungs almost exploded with anger.

As soon as he got home, he scolded Lu Meiyan.

I don’t know how long it took to scold him. The unconscious Song Ci woke up. He staggered, walked out of the bedroom, and asked them angrily: “Where’s my sister? Where did you get my sister?”

Song Qiliang looked angry and said angrily: "She ran away, don't worry, what did we do with him?"

Song Ci didn't believe their words at all, even if he was top-heavy, he still checked everything at home.

After not seeing Song Qinghuan, he leaned on the chair and asked, "Where is my sister? Where is my sister, was it taken away by that man!"

Before Song Qiliang and Lu Meiyan had time to speak, there was a noise outside the door.

Lu Meiyan subconsciously walked over to open the door, and shouted, "Who is it?"

When the door was opened by her, two tall men walked in, making the originally narrow living room suddenly smaller.

Immediately afterwards, another tall man walked out calmly, a black suit lining his noble and stern face, and a deep chill radiated from his whole body, which made people feel his aloofness and arrogance.

After entering the door, he sat on the single sofa chair in the room like the owner, with a stunning expressionless face.

He, Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang, and Song Ci have all seen him, and he is the boss of Song Qinghuan to protect against the cold.

Of course, Song Ci only passed his side and didn't know his name. He opened his lips: "You... are my sister's boss, why did you come to my house?"

Shi Yuhan glanced at him faintly, then fixed his gaze on Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang: "Where are the people?"

The seemingly waveless look, but exuding a biting cold, made Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang shiver abruptly.

"Mr. Shi, what are you talking about, who is it?" Song Qiliang stammered, pretending to be puzzled.

Shi Yuhan's eyes are so calm that the storm is about to come, "What do you think? Who am I asking?"

Song Qiliang bent down tightly, his palms were stained with sweat, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

However, he dared not raise his hand to wipe it.

How could they not have a guilty conscience or fear when they have done something wrong and are called to the door by a fierce popularity.

He turned his mind quickly, thinking whether Shi Yuhan was talking about Song Qinghuan, but didn't she already run away? Why are you still looking for him?

At a loss, he glanced at Lu Meiyan.

Lu Meiyan swallowed, "Well, you are Qing Huan's boss. Qing Huan has been to the house before, but she took a seat and went back."

"As far as I know," Shi Yuhan's eyes didn't have any temperature, and he stared straight at them: "After she entered Song's house, she never left!"

"Heaven and Earth conscience, she really left me by herself, we don't know where she went!" Lu Meiyan was crying anxiously, and pulled Song Qiliang's sleeves: "Say it, Qing Huan has left!"

Before Song Qiliang could speak, Song Ci's voice rang first, and said anxiously: "No, Qinghuan was taken away by a man! Go and save her."

Shi Yuhan's eyes were suddenly cold, turned to look at him, and silently asked who.

Song Ci shook his head, "I was drugged. I didn't see through that person's appearance. I only knew that his hand was covered with dark spots and one finger was missing. Yes, four fingers!!!"