"You are Mr. Leng, right?" Jiao Yalin politely extended her hand to him, "I’m sorry to trouble you to come all this way, please have a seat!"
Leng Zimo extended his hand without arrogance or servility and shook hers, "No need to sit, I came here just to confirm if you have any clues about Jiao Yang."
Jiao Yalin gently shook her head, "We only found his car, parked on the highway leading to the airport. A witness at the time said his car had an accident and was taken away by an ambulance, but we’ve searched all the hospitals and haven’t found any information about him."
This elegant and noble woman, in the end, couldn’t help but speak with a sobbing tone.
After all, isn’t a son the flesh of his mother’s flesh, and now that her son is missing, no matter how good her composure, she couldn’t control her emotions.
Seeing the tears in the eyes of the woman in front of him, Leng Zimo’s tone also softened a bit, "Can you tell me the exact address?"
"Of course..." Jiao Yalin took a map from the table, where Jiao Yang’s accident site was circled in red, "It’s right here!"
Leng Zimo took the map, "Thank you very much, goodbye."
He nodded to her lightly and turned to walk toward the door.
"Wait a moment."
From the sofa, the Duke of Kent, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Leng Zimo stopped but stood proudly without turning his head.
So what if he’s a Duke?!
In Leng Zimo’s eyes, the Duke of Kent was just Jiao Yang’s father.
Even if the other party were the king of a country, he wouldn’t respect someone who didn’t respect him.
If it weren’t out of regard for Jiao Yang, he wouldn’t even bother to stop.


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