After a while, Yu Xiao finally let out a sigh, almost laughing, "That woman is quite formidable."
Shiyi was baffled by his abrupt remark.
They had been following the trail of tire tracks, but eventually lost it.
Due to the increasing rain, it was washing away the traces on the road.
Lu Qingyan, frustrated, punched a tree trunk on the roadside as Ye Yuan quickly held an umbrella over his head, his tone anxious, "President Lu, it's dark now, and the rain is so heavy. Let's find a place to take shelter. Your wife must be alright."
He could only reassure Lu Qingyan; otherwise, even the toughest man would break down.
Lu Qingyan carefully placed the peace charm inside his clothes to keep it from getting wet.
He looked up at the mountain road; Jiang Nanshu might have been taken up there.
She was pregnant, and the kidnapper surely wouldn't kindly carry her up. What if the road was very long? The road seemed extensive and endless; he couldn't see the end of it.
