1572. Damn it!
"Where are they?"
Yu Lingqian replied with forced patience.
In nearly 30 years of his life, all his patience seemed to have been exhausted today.
These people had kidnapped his son, which was why he was now at their mercy.
Once Yu Xiao was found, he would make them understand the meaning of regret.
"Continue driving inside, along the scenic road, to the Snow Peak, and there you'll meet the person you want to see."
As soon as these words were said, the call was disconnected.
Snow Peak?
Yu Lingqian glanced around quickly, his gaze landing on the tourist signpost.
He strode over and discovered that Snow Peak was the steepest cliff in North Mountain Forest Park.
Driving from the entrance, it would take about forty minutes.
Visitors who came to the forest park generally traveled on foot.
And the journey from the foot of the park to Snow Peak was so long that hardly any tourists ventured there.
