On the other end of the call, Gu Qiyang understood Pei Jingchuan's anxiety and knew the gravity of the situation, "Don't worry, I'm on my way."
Pei Jingchuan hung up the phone, clutching the device so tightly it almost deformed.
His heart was churning with a torrent of turmoil, both from Pei Shangde's cruel schemes and his concern for Jiang Yuzhu's safety.
Pei Jingchuan turned to gaze out at the window. The inky night outside cast him in a solitary and resolute silhouette.
Picking up his phone, he quickly dialed several numbers. Each call was brisk and carried an underlying tone of command, "I want answers, and I want them fast."
Then, like a fleeting shadow, he rushed out of the study. The roar of his car's engine, ignited by his urgency, split the tranquil night air.
Pei Jingchuan maneuvered through the darkness, his heart clenched like a tightened fist.
Jiang Yuzhu's safety was more critical than anything else.