"The call won't go through. I don't know what's going on."
Inside the hotel room, Song Ying frowned at Song Haoran. She had just called Luo Qiu three times in a row, but none of the calls had connected.
"No, should we notify Grandpa?" Song Ying asked anxiously, looking at Song Haoran.
Song Haoran merely lowered his head, apparently deep in thought. Only after hearing Song Ying's question did he raise his head and say, "No need. Let's go look for him ourselves. Maybe he just couldn't sleep and went out for a stroll. Dad's already asleep. There's no need to wake him."
"Then I'll have Fifth Uncle send people to look." Song Ying nodded, agreeing with Song Haoran.
Song Haoran still shook his head. "Fifth Uncle probably wouldn't dare hide anything from Dad now. We'd better not tell him... I'm better at finding people."
Song Ying froze, suddenly remembering Song Haoran's seemingly heaven-blessed intuition. It was true—Song Haoran had always convinced people with his terrifying instincts.
Song Haoran patted Song Ying on the head and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll definitely find Luo Qiu and bring him back to you. Don't worry."
"What do you mean, bring him back to me!?"
Song Haoran merely smiled. "Hurry up. If he's gone too far, I won't look for him."
"Even if that's what you say, how are we supposed to find him?" Song Ying sighed in frustration. "We have no leads."
"Let's ask around somewhere like the security office first." Song Haoran suddenly said, "That kid was carrying a child's backpack the whole time he was coming back, wasn't he?"
"A backpack?" Song Ying froze, then realized. "Paul's?"
Song Haoran nodded. "The backpack isn't in the room, so Luo Qiu must have taken it out. Maybe he intended to return it to