"He escaped."
Si Yuhuan's voice was tinged with barely suppressed rage.
"What? Escaped again?"
Jian Xi, trembling with anger, clutched her phone tightly and growled low, "Si Yuhuan, he's escaped over and over, tell me how am I supposed to trust you? Weren't you the one who said it was foolproof!"
That's your son! He's already been missing for so long!
Jian Xi gnashed her teeth in fury.
For a moment, she wanted to tell Si Yuhuan that the child was his! That he belonged to him, this heartless man!
"Sorry, I will continue the chase."
He hung up the phone.
Jian Xi immediately got up. "I must go to Saint Seymour."
Wan Yu nodded.
"Alright, we'll leave right away."
Her phone beeped with several messages.
"Texts from Yan Qing."
After Wan Yu read them, his eyes almost popped out in shock, and he exclaimed, "Xixi, come quick, Si Yuhuan is seriously injured, he's covered in blood, it's horrifying."
Jian Xi snatched the phone away.
