Ye Meng and Zhao Ying'er asked several times a day, and after three days, they started asking over ten times, dozens of times...
Fang Che couldn't take it anymore and went to find him personally.
Could this old bastard actually dare to be involved in human trafficking?
When he went to check, he found the bookstore closed, not in business.
But for Fang Che, this was no problem at all.
He just swung his butt around and went to Sikong Dou's little courtyard.
Sikong Dou was in the courtyard, frowning, clasping his hands behind his back while thinking.
"Big brother! I'm here! Where are the kids?"
Fang Che walked in.
Just as he saw the old thief turn to run, Fang Che quickly dashed two steps and grabbed him: "Why are you running? Did something go wrong?"
Sikong Dou turned his face, his old, dry face appeared infinitely conflicted, like a dried tangerine peel.
He said humbly, "Brother, I'm sorry... I failed you..."
"What happened?" Fang Che immediately frowned.
