As for Li Qianhuan's counterpart, Li Congxin merely sensed her briefly before immediately withdrawing his mental power.
Although the girl resembled his daughter in both appearance and temperament, they were ultimately different people, and he had no intention of wasting too much of his time on an unrelated person.
After all, his daughter was safe and sound right beside him. There was no need for him to pay attention to someone who merely resembled her.
Suddenly, Li Congxin sensed something special. With a thought, he used teleportation and appeared in front of a familiar building.
What came into view was a gym that had left a deep impression on him.
Martha's Gym!
Looking through the window into the gym's lobby, he saw a young couple frantically bustling around an unconscious little boy. Beside them, a somewhat battered basketball had rolled far away, but no one paid it any attention.
"Congxin, Li Congxin!" The Chinese man excitedly shook the little boy's shoulders. "What happened to you? Don't scare your dad! Just tell me what you want, and I'll guarantee I'll buy it for you, okay?"
"Clark!" Beside the man, a beautiful white woman said nervously, "My poor child. Oh God, what should I do?"
"What should we do? Take him to the hospital, obviously! What else can we do?" As he spoke, the man scooped up the boy and hurried outside.
The white woman suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Don't we need to take care of things here first?"
"What is there to take care of? Is the money more important, or is our child?" The Chinese man was visibly impatient. "Hurry up and open the car door for me. Stop dawdling here. Women really are long-haired and short-sighted. They don't know what's urgent and what's not..."
Amid his complaints,