"As for the kidnapping case five years ago, I will definitely catch the real culprits behind it and I will never let them go."
Sang Yanzhou paused again: "Mom, it's been five years. It's time for you to come back. Don't you want to meet her in person to see if she is your daughter? Dad misses you too.
.”
After saying that, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
It was so long that Sang Yanzhou would have thought the call had been hung up if he hadn't heard the busy signal.
Finally, the female voice on the other end of the phone rang again: "I'll be back tomorrow."
There was a tremor in his voice.
I don't know if it's because of excitement or because it's incredible.
After hanging up the phone, Sang Yanzhou drove away.
Perhaps because he knew that he was getting closer to the truth, he was so excited that he didn't notice that in the parking lot not far from his car, a black man wearing sunglasses was sitting in the driver's seat of a black SUV.
Watch him quietly as he drives away.
Then I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?" The phone rang a few times before being picked up.
"Mr. Jiang, the eldest young master of the Sang family has indeed returned to China to investigate what happened five years ago. He just came out of Sang Wanzhou's manager's house. He probably already knows something. Do you need to continue to follow him?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
"Continue to follow. Liu Kang said that he had thrown the little girl into the deep mountains and old forests. There is no way that a little girl who is only a few months old is still alive. Just follow him to know where this girl came from. This
It will become a very important handle for us.”
"Yes, Mr. Jiang."
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The two worked together to make the buns, and they were finished by eight o'clock in the evening.
The photographer stood at the window and looked out. The street was bustling with lights and lights.
Various stalls occupy both sides of the sidewalk.
So lively.
While Sang Wanzhou was cleaning up the mess on the table, he said to little Fubao who was about to wash his hands: "After washing your hands, go take a shower. You can eat when you come out soon."
"Okay~" Xiao Fubao said obediently and ran into the bathroom.
Sang Mizhou was about to enter the kitchen when he was suddenly stopped by the photographer: "The market outside is so lively, why don't you go shopping?"
But Sang Mizhou was not interested at all: "It's crowded outside, why are you going out?"
Although it is correct to say so.
But isn't he creating program effects for them?
Won't the audience get bored if they stay in the store all the time?
But we, the audience, seem to have long been accustomed to Sang Mizhou's temperament, and he won't go out unless he goes out. It's actually quite interesting to just watch the two of them making buns with their heads down, exchanging words from time to time.
At half past nine, it happens to be the time when the photography guy gets off work.
As soon as he walked out of the breakfast shop, his cell phone rang in his trouser pocket.
Kan took out his cell phone and glanced at the call. When he saw it was the director, he picked it up: "Hello?"
"Xiao Lin."
"Director, what's the matter?" The photographer's voice was calm.
"I'll give you a day off tomorrow. Another photographer will come to take over your job. You can connect with him."
The photography guy looked puzzled after hearing this.
Why did you suddenly give him a day off for no reason?
"Why?"
However, the director deliberately wanted to conceal this topic: "Oh, don't ask any more questions. Your salary will not be deducted. You will take a day off with pay. The person will come to you for a job in a while. You can treat them well."
After saying that, the director's phone number was immediately hung up.
Only the photographer brother was left with a confused look on his face.