Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip. She was worried about Leng Zimo. She walked around the coffee table and sat down far away from him. She noticed the fruit knife on the coffee table and quickly looked away.
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London, England.
It was already dark in Qingdao, but it was still sunny and warm in the afternoon. However, Leng Zimo, who was sitting in the car, was not in the mood to appreciate the sunshine at all.
After more than ten hours of flying, he finally arrived in London to join Assan and others.
After getting off the plane, he turned on his mobile phone and found that he had received a message from Xu Xia.
But the information of "a dilapidated factory" is too general. In such a big city, there is no telling how long a dilapidated factory will last.
"Is there any news about your people?!" Leng Zimo frowned and asked Asang.
Ah Sang hung up the phone, "Not yet."
At this moment, Leng Zimo's cell phone suddenly rang. Looking at the phone number on it, Leng Zimo raised his hand to answer the call.
"You are Mr. Leng Zimo, I am Jiao Yang's mother." On the other end of the phone was the gentle female voice of Jiao Yang's mother, Jiao Yalin, "Do you have any other news about my son?"
After receiving the call from Leng Zimo, although Jiao Yalin was dubious, she still informed her husband of the matter since he was her son after all.
The Duke of Kent originally ordered people to search for Jiao Yang, but his people only found Jiao Yang's car abandoned on the road and had no clue. When he heard that his son had been kidnapped, he immediately put all his efforts into searching.
It's just that in such a big city, trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Although more than ten hours have passed, it is still impossible to determine where Jiao Yang is.
In desperation, Jiao Yalin had no choice but to ask for help from Leng Zimo.
This call was not the first time she had made it. It was just that Leng Zimo kept showing that his phone was turned off on the plane and the phone could not be connected.
"Let's meet." Leng Zimo said.
This is neither Beijing nor Hong Kong. If we can get help from the Duke of Kent, it will be easier to find Jiao Yang.
"Okay, if you don't mind, please come directly to the Duke's Palace." Jiao Yalin said the address, "I am very grateful for everything you have done for my son."
"That's what it should be. We'll see you soon!" Leng Zimo hung up the phone, but his eyebrows furrowed more and more, "Go to the Duke of Kent's Mansion!"
The Duke of Kent has not found Jiao Yang for so long. It seems that Locke's actions this time are very secretive.
Where on earth would this guy hide Jiao Yang?!
The car quickly drove into the city and stopped in front of an ancient European-style house.
Jiao Yang's father's family is one of the ancient British aristocrats. This ancient house was built in the Victorian era and has been repaired several times. Although it is two hundred years old, it shows no signs of decay.
When the car drove over, the door was already open.
The butler in a tuxedo was already waiting at the door. After confirming that the person sitting in the car was Leng Zimo, he immediately respectfully led Leng Zimo and others up the steps, "The Duke and Madam are already waiting for you!"
Leng Zimo stepped up the steps, his head held high, showing a dignity and elegance that was no less than that of this ancient house.
In the living room, Jiao Yalin had already stood up and came to greet several people, but the Duke of Kent just stood up from the sofa with a very cold expression on his face.
