CHAPTER 673: CHAPTER 158: DOES XI MOHAN LIKE NING WAN?_2

Because the incident occurred so abruptly, the assistant realized he couldn’t handle it and thus called Lu Jingchen.

The man’s thin lips were tightly pursed, and it took a while before he finally spoke in a deep and pleasant voice amidst the almost unbearable pressure, "Call Bo Leshen, tell him I have a cooperation to discuss with him," he said.

The assistant didn’t immediately grasp what Lu Jingchen meant, responding somewhat dazedly, "President, is it Bo Leshen of Bo Group?"

Lu Jingchen glanced at him indifferently, as if looking at an idiot, and spoke in an even tone, "Who else do you think it could be?"

Hearing his own president’s tone, the assistant shuddered and quickly said, "Right away, President, I’ll call him now."

The boss’s expression was truly terrifying.

Once the assistant left, Lu Jingchen turned around with a still very unpleasant expression, stood for a moment to survey the high-rise buildings outside through a nearby floor-to-ceiling window — their office building was one of the tallest in An City, with a view that included the rooftops of some other buildings. After standing there for a few minutes, having thought through many things, including the strangeness of this incident, he then walked straight into his office.

...

In the CEO’s office of Xi Group, Xi Mohan was sitting in a leather executive chair, the vast office silent except for the sound of him flipping through documents and typing on a keyboard, constantly exuding a sense of desolation.

He stopped his movements, set down the pen in his hand, and his gaze fell upon the mobile phone beside him. Unlocking it, he went straight to a photo — in it, a girl was wearing a school uniform, her smile beaming like a bloom, revealing a breathtaking, unguarded joy to the camera. Her youthful face looked pure and innocent, and if Song Qiao were here, she would recognize at a glance, that it was... a photo from Ning Wan’s school days.

Xi Mohan’s gaze was dark and unclear as he observed the photo, his thumb caressing the girl’s face in the image, his jaw clenched tight.

That was the only photo he had of Ning Wan — the sole one.

A knock on the door sounded. The man immediately turned off the phone screen, set it down, and his demeanor returned to being completely indifferent as he uttered two words, "Come in."

The door to the office opened, and the secretary came in, seeming somewhat panicky. She walked up to Xi Mohan and said, "President, we have found some news about Miss Ning’s whereabouts."

At that, Xi Mohan’s expression changed, and he stood up abruptly, a reaction that seemed to come almost subconsciously, perhaps unnoticed even by himself, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You’re saying you’ve found her?"

No one noticed at that moment that his hand, resting on the edge of the desk, was clenched tightly, knuckles faintly white — even his words carried a hint of tension.

The secretary paused, then quickly explained, "We haven’t located Miss Ning, but the owner of a small inn told us that last week, someone who looks very similar to Miss Ning stayed at his inn for two days. We’ve shown him her photo for identification, and he has confirmed that it was indeed Miss Ning."

"Where is this person?"

"In the guest lounge on the first floor..."

Before the secretary could finish speaking, Xi Mohan had already picked up the phone by his side and strode toward the door.

The secretary, "..." President, I feel like I haven’t finished speaking yet.

But seeing Xi Mohan’s retreating figure, the secretary did not linger and hurriedly followed.

In the guest lounge on the first floor, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties sat there looking rather nervous. The front desk attendant brought him a cup of water, and he immediately thanked her with a gesture of panic, downing the cup in one go. It was not difficult to see that coming to such a place was somewhat overwhelming for him.

As soon as Xi Mohan entered the guest lounge, the atmosphere immediately shifted significantly. The attendant at the front desk promptly greeted him respectfully with "President."

However, the man did not look at her, and instead spoke indifferently, "You may leave."

The attendant’s face changed slightly, a tinge of hurt showing on her delicate features. Seeing her reaction, the secretary who followed Xi Mohan down knew exactly what was going through the woman’s mind and couldn’t help but sigh.