Phoenix Old Street, in the kitchen of a three-story building, the aroma of simmered pig's trotters wafted out.
Situang stood in front of the clay pot, his gaze cold as he put down his phone.
Just moments ago, he received a call from his granddaughter's best friend, informing him of Erica's disappearance at the mall.
"Wusi Real Estate Group."
Immediately, this thought popped into Situang's head; he hadn't offended anyone else on Dubhe Star, the only one with conflicting interests was Wusi Real Estate Group.
Recently, due to the demolition matter on Phoenix Old Street, as the leader, he must have become a thorn in the side of Wusi Real Estate Group.
Turning off the gas stove, Situang walked out of the kitchen; outside, the noise of shouting and crying mixed with the sound of engineering vehicles rolling over, all echoing in his ears.
Opening the window, Situang swept his gaze outside.
