Chapter 660: The Young Master's Cell Phone was Left in the Changing Room

The man pressed the muzzle against Bo Qingshan’s forehead.

He sneered, “You must care a lot about this child, right?”

“Sister Jiaojiao!”

Bo Qingshan’s eyes widened.

He wasn’t afraid; after all, he was a descendant of the Bo Family.

He had the courage, having read many martial arts novels and yearned to be like those bold heroes who faced danger head-on.

He also wanted to heroically say, “Go on without me.”

But then he thought, if he died young, who would marry Nan Jiaojiao?

His mind went blank, and he blurted out, “Save me!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face turned utterly dark.

A sharp pain in her wrist, a whip lashed out.

Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the riding crop in her hand and whipped her wrist again.

Grimacing in pain, she glared at the person who had sneak-attacked her.

The attacker smiled at her as if victory was certain.

…

Bo Yanching came out of the construction site, pulling at his tie, feeling restless.

He called Nan Jiaojiao, but she didn’t answer.

Han Chuan hurried over, knocked on the car window, and handed over his phone.

“Sir, it’s Fourth Young Master’s call.”

Bo Yanching glanced at the ever-busy screen, hung up the call, and took Han Chuan’s phone.

“What is it?”

“Brother, did Qianqian come looking for you?

Or did she look for Jiaojiao?

Is she with you guys?”

“What happened?”

“Qianqian, Qianqian’s gone!”

Last night, Bo Yanching had called the old house, and Bo Shuxian had answered.

He told Bo Shuxian and the Old Lady that Bo Qingshan would be taken away for the night and returned the next day, with Nan Jiaojiao also there.

At that time, Qianqian was playing with toys nearby.

He hadn’t paid much attention then.

Later, Aunt Chen took Qianqian upstairs to bathe.

He stepped out briefly to take a phone call, and when he returned, he met Aunt Chen coming downstairs.

Only after asking a couple of questions did he find out that Qianqian had taken her pillow to Bo Qingshan’s room.

Bo Shuxian smiled and intentionally visited Bo Qingshan’s room, finding Qianqian there, but by the next morning, she had disappeared.

“The house’s surveillance was normal, but the footage during Qianqian’s disappearance was replaced.

I had someone try to crack it, but the intruder had hired a skilled hacker, and we couldn’t recover it,” said Bo Shuxian, his voice trembling.

Bo Shuxian continued, “I searched the entire house and couldn’t find Qianqian.

I thought maybe she wanted to see her brother, so she had the driver take her to look for him.”

Bo Yanching asked, “Is the driver missing too?”

“We’re one short.”

“I understand.

Wait for my word.”

Bo Yanching handed the phone back to Han Chuan.

“Have Han Che immediately go to the old house to restore the surveillance, and check all the transit points for any private planes.

Don’t overlook any roads near the old house.”

Han Chuan’s expression was grave.

“Yes, sir.

Where are you headed now?”

Bo Yanching tried to call Nan Jiaojiao again, still unable to connect.

He called Bo Qingshan, but a staff member from the riding grounds answered.

“The young master left his phone in the dressing room while changing.”

Bo Yanching learned that the two had gone riding in the back mountain; Nan Jiaojiao also often had the habit of not carrying her phone.

“Was someone following them?”

The staff member replied, “We have people patrolling every point, but the young master didn’t want anyone to follow.

For safety, we still had someone watch from a distance.”

Bo Yanching sighed with relief.

“Watching from a distance is fine; don’t disturb them, and call me when they return.”

The staff member respectfully responded, “Yes.”

So since a while ago, the irritation and fleeting fear Bo Yanching felt were because of Qianqian?