Lin Shiyu racked her brains to try to recall as much information as she could. "The car plate number was XXX. The driver took a glance at me, he seemed to be wearing a mask. I didn't think of it then, but I suspect it's… Han Dong, Mo'er's stepfather."
The moment she voiced her thoughts, Gu Mohan frowned deeper, his eyebrows showing more than a trace of unease. He knew the upper class society better than anyone else. "At what age did she start to attract more unsavory attention than normal?"
…
In the private vehicle.
Tang Mo'er fidgeted on the back seat of the vehicle, distraught and uncomfortable. At the thought of her grandma being injured, she really wished she could fly to her side straight away.
Staring outside the window, she frowned when she noticed they were not on the road leading back towards her hometown. What…? Her heart thumped wildly as she sensed something was wrong.
She whipped out her phone to make a call.