Huo Yunxiao's phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID before answering, "Yunchen."
Huo Yunchen's voice sounded tired and guilty as he spoke softly, "Brother, don't worry, we will find her."
Huo Yunxiao's eyes inexplicably stung, "Yeah, I know."
"Brother, Tang Yu and Cheng Yuan both know about it. I'll take care of things on this end, so don't worry."
"Okay."
The call ended, and Han Cheng hurried over, cautiously saying, "CEO, the first salvage team has returned from the open sea."
"And the results?" Huo Yunxiao's hand trembled slightly.
"The results...they found nothing." Han Cheng lowered his head.
A heavy silence hung in the air, and Han Cheng watched as his boss, still wearing the black shirt from last night, which was now wrinkled, draped a black windbreaker over his arm.
The sea breeze blew his messy black hair, and the king-like man seemed to exude a hint of loneliness, almost crushing him with overwhelming solitude.
