Leng Zimo raised his palm, pressing it against his aching chest, and gently shook his head.
The subordinates stepped back.
Leng Zimo turned his face again, surveying the room once more. His gaze swept over the cloth bands left on the bedpost, and he frowned more deeply with affection.
Luo Ke, this bastard, he actually treated his Luo Xiaoqian like this!
Imagining her helplessly tied to the bed, he almost fainted with heartache.
Extending his hand, his palm slowly brushed over the pillow, noticing a single long hair beside the pillow. Leng Zimo carefully picked it up, holding it in his hand.
"Xiao Qian..."
Holding the strand of hair, he suddenly stood up.
Just as he rose, the world turned black before his eyes, and he collapsed powerlessly onto the carpet.
"Sir!" Little Cheng exclaimed as he rushed over, supporting Leng Zimo’s body and helping him sit on the ground, "Are you alright, sir?!"
"I’m fine!" Leng Zimo propped himself up with his hand, slowly getting up from the ground, "Let’s go... to the airport... to find her..."
"Sir, in your condition now, you should rest for a while..."
"No way!" Leng Zimo flung Little Cheng’s arm aside, "I rest, will Luo Ke rest? He’ll take her away..."
Stumbling slightly, he staggered toward the door.
"Sir!" Little Cheng frowned, rushing over to support him, "Alright... I’ll take you there, I’ll help you go."
Leng Zimo raised his hand to hold onto the door frame, turned his face again to look at the room, and then raised his right hand to look at his palm.


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