The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Fearing what would happen, He Chen closed his eyes for a moment, clenched his fist with one hand, no matter how he forbeared, he couldn't stop the trembling.

"Find someone quickly, I want you, immediately, find her immediately."

"Yes, boss, I am vigorously looking for Miss Ji."

"I'm going to continue looking for someone now."

He Chen said again, "Wait."

"Boss, what else do you have to explain?"

"You judge, how did she disappear?"

This subordinate was a little puzzled by He Chen's words.

"Why is she missing?"

He Chen then said: "Did she hide herself and jump into the river? Or was she controlled by someone."

Only then did the subordinates understand what He Chen meant.

He looked at his hand, and found the white button, which was found at the corner of the deck, and it belonged to Ji Fei.

This should have been dropped by Miss Ji and Ren during the fight.

"Boss, I found the buttons on Miss Ji's dress. She is being controlled."

For He Chen, this is undoubtedly the worst news. Leng Xiao's phone can't be reached. If he dares not answer the phone, he must have taken action.

At present, all signs prove that Ji Fei is most likely controlled by Leng Xiao.

"Boss, what happened to Miss Ji?"

After hanging up the phone, the subordinates beside He Chen said in surprise.

He Chen raised his hand and punched this subordinate in the face.

"That's what you said, she's on the boat and gone, safe?"

The subordinate's nasal bone felt broken, his face turned to one side, and he lowered his head again, apologizing to He Chen: "Boss, I'm sorry, I thought Miss Ji would be safe once the ship left."

He Chen wasn't in the mood to listen to these sorry nonsense, holding his cell phone with a gloomy expression.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

The subordinate wiped the blood from his nose and asked cautiously.

He Chen picked up his phone and looked at the quiet interface. If nothing else, he would soon receive a call from Leng Xiao, using Ji Fei to force him to let Tang Zhiyu go.

How should he choose?The blue veins on his forehead were filled with blood, ready to burst.

When the phone call came, what would he choose?Is it a broader future, or Ji Fei?Sure enough, within 3 minutes, a strange phone call came in.

"Boss, why don't I pick it up."

His subordinates, seeing that he hadn't answered the call, knew about this call. For his boss, it was difficult to make a choice, he offered to propose.