Go ahead, call out more, that would be best! Ou Mucen stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and gave a few casual instructions. The gist was, if he doesn’t talk, they are allowed to keep working on him however they want and wherever they want. He doesn’t care about those details, as long as he gets the information he wants from him. Then he lifted his foot and left... Returning from the villa area to the small courtyard, it was already dusk. Seeing that the entrance was still locked, Ou Mucen knew Bai Tingfang hadn’t picked up the child yet, so he simply turned the wheel towards the kindergarten to pick up the two of them. At the kindergarten, indeed, just as school ended, many children were being led out by their parents, one by one, hand in hand, with faces full of smiles. It was as if their whole world was complete with that little bundle. In fact, he was just like them. He remembered the first time he sent this child to Empire Kindergarten; back then, no one would have guessed that the legendary president of the Ou Group would have a son, and personally take him to kindergarten. That day, the whole kindergarten was abuzz, and under the gaze of all, he proudly picked up a pen and wrote down those two characters—Ou Jing!—in the kindergarten registration book. Yes, his son, Ou Jing! He parked the car there, seeing that the two familiar figures hadn’t come out yet, he lit another cigarette in the car. Ou Jing, his son, the son he had at twenty-three, never had he been so proud, nor had he ever thought that one day, when his big hand held the small chubby hand, he would feel such contentment and happiness. Just like each of these parents taking their children out of the kindergarten. Ye Ning, thank you so much! As he thought of this, his pupils contracted, and his hand gripping the steering wheel tightened. After taking a puff of the cigarette, he stubbed it out harshly in the ashtray, with a sizzling sound. "Hello, this is Ou Mucen!" "Third Young Master..." "Inject him with heroin. If we don’t get any information today, none of you will need to come back to see me!" After harshly throwing down this last sentence, he hung up the phone. That’s right, if there is no information today, then it’s not just Qiu Chi’s death; none of them will fare well! Just as he hung up the phone, two figures—one big, one small—finally appeared from the direction of the kindergarten. Upon seeing his car parked there, the little round bundle of joy, with sharp eyes, immediately sprinted towards him: "Daddy—" This child, truly has eyesight exactly like his. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel✶fire.net He saw this and quickly tidied up his emotions, pulled out the car key, and got out, opening his arms wide to the little "Baozi" running towards him like a little swallow: "Be careful, don’t run so fast." Before he could finish the sentence, the plump little bundle already lunged into his arms, soft and fragrant, filling his embrace. "Seeing Daddy makes me happy, so of course, I have to run faster. Right, Daddy, weren’t you going to pick up Mommy? Why didn’t I see Mommy?" Held by his father, the adorable little Baozi—with big bright eyes—immediately looked over his shoulder. Ou Mucen smiled, picked him up from the ground, and kissed his chubby little face: "Mommy still has some things to finish today. Daddy promises to bring Mommy home soon."