Xu Shuo didn't find any useful clues over there and came back to see Huo Jingting contemplating with the gauze in his hand.
He walked over and glanced, "Mr. Huo, are these words left by Miss Gu?"
"Yes." This handwriting is hers, he couldn't mistake it.
Huo Jingting's eyes fixated on the name "Xiao Sen," with a cold chill gradually spreading in his narrow phoenix eyes.
He had been searching for him for six years, and now, he finally couldn't hold back and appeared before him.
Whether it was Xiao Sen's wife being killed in a chaotic battle back then, or his scheming using Lin Qingcheng to try eliminating him and Mo Feng, or this time kidnapping Gu Nanqiao and Chengcheng, any of these alone could be called a deep-seated vendetta.
Six years, and this hatred should be fully resolved by now.
"Xu Shuo." Huo Jingting withdrew his gaze and instructed calmly, "Let them keep searching, we're going to Lin Qingge's place."
