"Lin Xingmo, you're just a junior. What do you know? You have no right to speak here!" An Shi's father and the others were also holding back his agitated mother.
An Shi's grandparents shakily climbed out of the car. They had no time for these people and snapped, "What are you arguing about? Where is my grandson?"
In a corner, An Ning's lips curled into a mocking smile. What a precious grandson, one who had never even come home. Even so, Old Mr. An only had eyes for An Shi.
Qi Sijing hurried out of another car. Cheng Yu was having his wounds dressed by the medical staff nearby, and Qi Sijing had just gone to help.
Lin Xingye's eyes darkened, and his palms turned white under the pressure of his clenched fingers.
It's my fault An An got hurt...
"Don't listen to her nonsense. If they have time to come pick a fight with you, why doesn't a single one of them dare go into the mountains to find him?" Lin Xingmo could see right through these cowardly, useless people.
Anyone who truly worried about their child would go and see for themselves, no matter how many people told them there was no hope.
They wouldn't stand here claiming the moral high ground and blaming a victim.
For once, the An family fell silent.
The truth was, they didn't dare go in.
The police had said there were still kidnappers on the run up there. It was far too dangerous!
"Th-that's because the police wouldn't let us go up!" An Shi's mother stubbornly insisted. She couldn't let Old Mr. An catch on to anything.
"If you won't go, I will." Lin Xingye didn't want to waste any more words on them. He had intended to go find An Shi