After finishing the drawing, Song Qingshu's heart sank. He stared fixedly at the markings on the map and muttered, "How is this possible? Why is there no overlap?"
The arc centered on Bamboo Pole Alley and the arc centered on the place where Ren Yingying had disappeared did overlap in part. But Huang Rong's circle was far from this side; even if he increased the radius, it still could not reach.
"How could this happen?" Song Qingshu had thought his method was foolproof, only for reality to give him a resounding slap across the face.
His only method had also proven to be a failure. Song Qingshu slumped over the table, gradually sinking into despair. The first few hours after a kidnapping were the best time for a rescue; the longer it dragged on, the lower the chance of bringing them back. Besides, they were both women of peerless beauty, making their situation even more dangerous.
Just then, a pair of gentle hands rested on his shoulders and began massaging them softly. Song Qingshu looked up and saw that Chen Yuanyuan had arrived.
"Sister Luo Bing wanted to come as well, but she had exhausted too much of her energy, so I told her to rest first," Chen Yuanyuan answered with a gentle smile.
Song Qingshu nodded and gave a hoarse grunt.
"Things aren't going well?" Chen Yuanyuan was especially skilled at understanding men's thoughts and emotions, and she keenly sensed his frustration.
Song Qingshu wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her soft lower belly. "I've already done everything I could, but I still can't find them. Now I have no other options."
Song Qingshu had always been high-spirited before her, but today he appeared especially vulnerable. Chen Yuanyuan did not disdain him for it.