The person on the other side respectfully responded, "The second lady has already taken her dicine. I just checked, and she has gone to sleep."
Ji Chicheng had no doubts about the servant’s reply since he knew that the man was his grandfather’s, and he dared not deceive him.
"If Anning goes to the island, call ," he instructed, then he warned, "I don’t want Grandfather to know about this."
"Yes, Young Master."
...
Anning hadn’t gone to Garden Island, but she had indeed boarded a small yacht, and it was Qi Helian’s cousin who saw the yacht heading out to sea.
According to the ti he ntioned, more than two hours had passed by now. If Anning had gone to Garden Island, she would have arrived there long ago.
So where exactly had she gone?
He couldn’t think of anywhere else she might need a yacht to travel, except for Garden Island. Besides, in Hai City, apart from Yang Danning, she had no friends. Whose yacht was it? And who was with her?
Ji Chicheng clenched his phone, trying to stay calm, but his heart grew more tense and anxious as he pondered.
He quickly called Qi Helian again, "She didn’t go to Garden Island. Get the yacht ready, and I’ll call you shortly."
"OK."
Qi Helian sensed the gravity of the situation, spared no idle chat, and imdiately agreed.
Ji Chicheng hung up without further ado and told his secretary, who had just returned, "Book the soonest flight back to the country."
Then, he had Ji Anning’s number investigated, "Check this number for the most recent call records, and make it quick."
Having arranged everything, he could only wait with his phone for the news.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long before the other party sent over Ji Anning’s call logs.
"I’ve found the records. Why are you checking Anning’s call logs? Has sothing happened?"
Ji Chicheng ignored the ssage contents and opened the screenshot sent by the other party. Seeing the number from Ji Anning’s last call, a layer of frost ford over his handso face instantly.
The inner tension and ominous foreboding reached an indescribable level, and he found it hard to swallow even saliva.
Ji Jingfeng!
"Boss, the earliest one arrives at City B at around five..." The secretary reported while glancing at Ji Chicheng. Seeing his expression, she shivered, her voice halting in fear, then she swallowed and continued, "There’s only one at around five to City B."
"Buy it first, then imdiately contact a private jet."
His voice brooked no argunt, its rasp betraying his tension, as he instructed the secretary.
Ignoring the secretary’s surprise and confusion, he imdiately called Qi Helian again.
"Call Xiang Yiqing, have several yachts prepared, and search nearby settlents on the islands."
His voice trembled with tension.
After ending the call with Qi Helian, Ji Chicheng gripped his phone tightly, his fingertips icy as he gazed out at the blue sky and white clouds, hating that he lacked the divine powers to return imdiately to his country.
Ji Jingfeng, if even a single hair on Ji Anning’s head is hard, I will make you pay a thousandfold.
...
"Anning."
Ji Anning was both in pain and cold, seemingly unconscious, and warm, anxious male voice kept calling her na repeatedly.
"Uncle, save our child, please save our child,"
She reached out, grasping his wrist, crying and pleading, her small hands chillingly cold, causing Qi Helian to shudder.
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