Fake daughters are wealthy

He sprinted along.

Although he didn't talk about what happened in the afternoon angrily like his son, it can be seen from the speed of his walking and the gloomy temperament around him that he is extremely restless.

Just as the two were about to pass through the lobby and walk into the elevator.

Someone blocked their way.

"The two are friends of Master Wang."

Sai Luo looked intently at the young man who was blocking them.

The man was at most 25 or [-] years old, still very young, with a pair of smiling eyes very kind, and with a smile on his mouth, he stretched out his hand in front of them not to let them go.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just an unimportant passer-by, and I came here just to pass on a message." Zhang Yang's smiling eyes were always bent, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Sai Luo said seriously: "Are you the person he sent?"

Who he is is self-evident!

Zhang Yang didn't respond, still with the same smiling face and smiling eyes, but when he said the words, the two fell into the ice cellar: "There is a ship bound for Xinmatai at the port at 8 o'clock. You need to catch up with this ship to have a chance to see each other." to the person you are looking for."

The young man was instantly furious and wanted to rush forward: "Is my sister in your hands?"

"Row the boat!" Sai Luo yelled and pulled him back.

"..." The young man couldn't disobey his father, he clenched his teeth and watched Zhang Yang's eyes burst into flames.

But Zhang Yang didn't seem to feel the danger, he brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes in a leisurely manner, and raised his smiling eyes: "Don't be impulsive, this is Beijing, and there is a price to be paid for impulsiveness here."

"Where is he?" Sai Luo ignored the provocation in the other party's words, and asked directly: "Where did he get my daughter?"

Zhang Yang didn't answer directly: "The ship won't stop, and it will leave the port as long as it is over eight o'clock. You have time to think about it, but not much."

He also looked at the time on his watch and told the two: "It's 7:05, and you have 55 minutes to arrive at the port."

"Hehe." Sai Luo laughed back angrily, staring at his eyes as if suddenly poisoned: "Do you know who you are talking to?"

Zhang Yang didn't take it seriously: "I don't know, so I only convey what I should convey, other than that, I have nothing to say!"

The muscles on Sai Luo's cheeks twitched, and he stared at Zhang Yang for several seconds, just when Zhang Yang was about to remind him of the time.

Sai Luo moved, and called his son behind him with a cold face: "Xingzhou, let's go."

Zhang Yang waited for them to enter the elevator before letting out a slight breath.

The sense of oppression on the other party is not weaker than some big shots he has seen. Fortunately, he has seen a little bit of the world, and usually eats with Young Master Qin and Ye Lao and others.

Otherwise, if he is suddenly asked to talk face-to-face with such a person, he may not be able to hold his breath like Cai just now.

Zhang Yang walked out of the hotel and called Ye Wangchuan back.

"Wang Ye, I saw them and conveyed your words to them."

*

Waited until 8 o'clock.

The two of Theron family arrived at the port on time.

It was the evening rush hour at the port, and the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected on the sea, and the crowds were like weaving, and there was no sign of Yingshi at all.

Sai Luo's face became more and more ugly.

He searched around but couldn't find anyone. He took a deep breath and was about to return to the city when the cell phone in his clothes suddenly rang.

He took out his mobile phone and saw an unfamiliar number, hesitated for a while, and then picked it up.

"…Hey."

The voice did not fall.

He heard a voice that was as cold as frost and with a hint of sullenness: "Turn around and look in the direction of your four o'clock."