On the other side, Yan Yi'an and Shen Fangli's father were not sitting idly by.
The two men went straight to the manager of the Ji Household; as the president of the Yan Corporation and the president of the Shen Corporation respectively, their words carried much more weight than Yan Xianjue's.
At least if the person coming to see the manager right now had been Yan Xianjue, the manager's initial reaction definitely would have been to minimize a major issue and dismiss a minor one.
Yet with these two men standing before him, he felt a conditioned reflex to agree right away.
Still, the manager's professional ethics stopped him.
He bowed slightly: "Please wait a moment, I need to report this to the Old Master."
Shen Fangli's father wore a dark expression: "Hurry up."
The manager walked with hurried steps to the side, quickly received permission, and bowed again: "Please come with me."
If this were not on someone else's turf, Shen Fangli's father would have grabbed this agonizingly slow-walking old man and marched straight to the surveillance room.
Along the way, Yan Yi'an suggested tactfully: "You might want to consider having Ms. Shen wear a tracker."
After all, he had only encountered Yan Xianjue as a classmate twice in total.
Both times resulted in trouble; what kind of accident-prone constitution was this?
Shen Fangli's father did not refuse immediately, but instead thought about it seriously: "Do you rich people all make preparations this thoroughly?"
Yan Yi'an was slightly amused by his form of address.
Yet he held back, thinking it was no wonder Yan Xianjue's temperament got along so well with Shen Fangli.
He was even willing to help look for someone.
He figured that if their relationship were ordinary, he probably would have been too lazy to bother