The phone’s ring echoed in the spacious and elegantly simple bedroom. After ringing for over ten seconds, a delicate white hand reached out from under the covers.
Zhao Manying glanced at the phone screen, sat up straight, and revealed her stunning figure.
"Who is it?"
Still lying behind her, Ji Xinghuo had also woken up with half-closed eyes.
After attending Emperor Star Club’s championship celebration party last night and continuing to party with Zhao Manying until almost dawn, he complained, "Calling so early in the morning, disturbing one’s sweet dreams." As he spoke, a hand reached under the covers, feeling the firm elasticity.
"It’s my mom," Zhao Manying replied.
Ji Xinghuo’s hand instantly paused, his face showing so embarrassnt, as he had been with Man Ying for more than a year and had yet to et her mother.
Zhao Manying chuckled, casually slipping on one of Ji Xinghuo’s shirts before answering the call.
"Hello, Mom."
The phone projected an extrely beautiful woman, whose facial features were around sixty percent similar to Zhao Manying’s, but she appeared to be much older, about in her forties. One could imdiately tell that she and Zhao Manying were mother and daughter.
Ji Xinghuo often saw her and her family’s photos on Zhao Manying’s phone.
All mbers of the Zhao Manying family were handso n and beautiful won.
Her father was a super handso guy before he passed away, and her mother, Zhuo Yanran, was also a top-tier beauty. Man Ying herself was a perfect blend of her parents’ excellent genes. When she first beca famous, her unprecedented beauty made a global sensation, capturing countless fans.
Previously, when Zhao Manying talked on the phone with her mom, Ji Xinghuo would always stay out of the fra, not knowing much about Zhuo Yanran.
Zhuo Yanran worked in the fashion industry and owned a clothing design company.
She was the epito of an independent woman. After her husband’s death, she quickly moved on from her grief. Once her children were grown, she devoted her attention to her business. The company expanded and operated well.
And Zhuo Yanran herself beca a sowhat renowned fashion designer in the industry.
But at this mont,
Zhuo Yanran’s face showed urgency, "Manying, is Cangming with you?"
"No," Zhao Manying hesitated, "He went ho after the party ended last night. He’s not here. What happened?"
Zhuo Yanran quickly said, "I had an appointnt with him to go shopping this morning, but his phone is unreachable, and he’s not at ho either."
Zhao Manying’s expression imdiately beca serious.
Zhao Cangming wasn’t soone who liked to stand people up, let alone his own mother, whom he was very filial to. In this era, the least phone battery life was 60 days, so the possibility of being unreachable due to a dead phone was very low.
"Mom, don’t panic, I’ll ask Cangming’s friends," Zhao Manying soothed, "Maybe his phone is broken."
Zhuo Yanran nodded and ended the call.
Zhao Manying turned back to look at Ji Xinghuo, who had gotten up; they exchanged glances and saw the seriousness in each other’s eyes.
"Cangming seed normal at the champion’s party last night," Ji Xinghuo recalled, not noticing anything unusual.
Zhao Manying said, "I’ll confirm first."
She imdiately phoned a few of Zhao Cangming’s frequent friends, but the responses were all negative - he wasn’t with them.
By then, Ji Xinghuo had already dressed, "Let’s go to Cangming’s place."
"Okay."
Zhao Manying swiftly got dressed too, and Ji Xinghuo, wrapping his arm around her waist, leapt directly from the balcony. They entered supersonic flight and sped through the gaps between high-rise buildings. In less than a minute, they landed on the balcony of Zhao Cangming’s apartnt building.
The two stepped into the living room and saw Zhuo Yanran.
"Manying!"
Zhuo Yanran was startled, then noticed the young man beside her daughter. Ji Xinghuo quickly introduced himself, "Auntie, I’m Ji Xinghuo, nice to et you."
Zhuo Yanran examined him briefly and nodded slightly.
Under normal circumstances, she would have made small talk with Ji Xinghuo, but now was not the ti.
Zhao Manying’s gaze swept across the apartnt, trying to find so clues. Ji Xinghuo’s electromagnetic induction had already scanned the place. There was no one else in the apartnt and no signs of struggle; everything was normal.
"I’ve asked all of Cangming’s friends; they don’t know where he is either," Zhao Manying said.
"I’m about to call the police," Zhuo Yanran said anxiously.
But Ji Xinghuo stopped her, "Auntie, please hold on, let check sothing first."
Zhuo Yanran looked puzzled; what did he an by checking? Zhao Manying knew Ji Xinghuo had entered the innermost power circle and had very high clearance, so she shook her head at her mother, "Mom, let’s listen to Xinghuo first."
Ji Xinghuo swiftly operated his phone.
He logged directly into the Security Departnt’s tracking system.
This was a surveillance network spread across the Asia-Pacific Community Country, employing billions of caras installed in streets, public areas, vehicles, mobile facilities, and buildings, as well as orbiting satellites, to track citizens’ whereabouts in real-ti. Combined with mobile signals and generated data, it created a nearly inescapable net.
As long as one was moving within the territory, one could not escape the system’s tracking and recording.
Every movent left a trace.
Ji Xinghuo entered Zhao Cangming’s na, locked onto the target, and the tracking data and results imdiately appeared.
Zhao Manying and Zhuo Yanran moved closer to watch.
"This is..."
Zhuo Yanran was shocked inside.
Realizing the high level of clearance necessary to freely access a citizen’s whereabouts from the system interface, she was astounded. However, her main concern was her son’s location.
Ji Xinghuo explained, "According to the trace of Cangming’s phone signal, he didn’t go ho after the party last night. Instead, he boarded a flight to South Arica."
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