novelraw Chapter 517 - 520 The Whereabouts of That Person [6]
Chapter 517 - 520 The Whereabouts of That Person [6]
"Good!"
As long as she disposed of that car, all the problems would no longer be problems.
Thinking of this, Xu Pei coldly smiled.
"Lu Hao, you scum, you deserve to die, I’m just carrying out divine justice."
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...
The sky gradually darkened.
On the pedestrian path beside the river, Leng Zimo was still moving forward along the riverbank.
He would rush over to anyone he encountered, grab them, and show them the photo he held in his hand.
"Have you seen this girl, black T-shirt, white jeans...?"
Nobody recognized that he was Leng Zimo. His suit was covered in mud, his trouser legs bore indistinct bloodstains, his complexion was haggard, and his hair disheveled... Leng Zimo now looked utterly desolate and miserable.
Seeing him, many people would avoid him from afar, treating him as if he were a madman.
Time and again, from noon until dusk.
His throat had long since become hoarse, his lips were covered with a layer of dry skin. Since leaving the cemetery yesterday, he had not had a bite to eat or a sip to drink, and his body was quickly reaching its limits.
His legs felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead; every step required almost all his strength.
His body swayed, he nearly collapsed but still insisted on standing up straight.
"Xiao Qian, I know nothing’s happened to you. You must be somewhere waiting for me to find you. Don’t be afraid, I’m coming..." He murmured softly, his gaze catching a blurry figure not far ahead. He approached the figure once more, "Excuse me, please, have you seen this girl...?"
He lifted his right hand, a wave of dizziness hit him, and the photo slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. He instinctively lunged to catch it, but his extremely exhausted body could no longer hold out, and he pitched forward towards the ground.
The figure before him didn’t run away like the others but quickly rushed forward and extended two large hands to support his falling body.
Feeling his son’s tall and heavy body, Leng Lin used his arms to straighten him up, embracing his son who had grown taller than himself and whom he hadn’t hugged in many years. His eyes filled with depth and concern, he comforted him by patting Leng Zimo’s back as he raised his voice.
"Xiao Liu, come give me a hand!"
"Coming!"
The tall driver hurried over from not too far away. With Leng Lin’s assistance, he hoisted Leng Zimo onto his shoulder and walked toward the nearby car.
Together, they settled Leng Zimo in the back seat. Then, driver Xiao Liu asked softly, "To the hospital?"
Leng Lin glanced at his son beside him, "Home."
As Xiao Liu started the car, Leng Lin made two calls on his phone, one to Shen Yizhou, the other to Leng Zirui.
When the two of them arrived back at the Leng Family Mansion, Shen Yizhou and Leng Zirui had already come out to meet them. Together, they carried Leng Zimo up to the bedroom and settled him on his own bed. Then, Shen Yizhou efficiently took out the medical kit he had brought and started an IV for him.
"Have you sent your people out?"
Leng Lin asked from the side.
"Don’t worry, they’re all out there," replied Leng Zirui, glancing sideways at his father. "You know, next time you could call me earlier. What can those good-for-nothings accomplish, anyway?"
"Zirui, spare us a few words!" Shen Yizhou withdrew the hand he had been using to check on Leng Zimo. "Uncle Leng, don’t worry, Zimo’s not in any serious trouble. It’s just exhaustion caused by standing in the rain and dehydration. Once he’s rehydrated and his fever goes down, he’ll be fine."