Father Chu clenched his fists, his gaze poisonous.
Mother Chu could not understand the silent riddles between Father Chu and Yan Jingting, but as she saw the burly men about to search Chu Zhiyi's storage room, she immediately took out her phone and threatened, "If you keep rummaging through my house, I'm calling the police! Stop right now!"
"Sir, we've found Miss Chu."
Ah Li's voice followed closely.
Yan Jingting's smile faded, his dead-still gaze sweeping over Mother Chu.
Instantly, Mother Chu felt a chill all over her body as she suddenly remembered what Mother Zhou had told her about Yan Jingting.
Offend him, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone.
He was a bona fide violent madman.
Mother Chu's hands shook uncontrollably, her phone slipping to the ground as she stepped back helplessly.
Yan Jingting maneuvered his wheelchair toward the direction of Ah Li.
No one dared to follow.
The wheelchair silently reached the storage room.
The door was already open.