The car smoothly exited the black gate of the Imperial Villa.

Mu Sihan in the back seat thoughtfully ordered, "Assistant An, you go and check on Han Shaoting's situation after he was injured four years ago." ”

Little Pudding and Qiuqiu are the same age, they are both three years old, which means that Han Shaoting and Song Annuan should have been together four years ago.

"Yes, Mu Shao." The assistant glanced at Mu Sihan in the back seat from the rearview mirror, "Just now there was news from the foreign headquarters that Mu Dong has booked a return ticket for the day of the board meeting. ”

Mu Sihan's expression suddenly became cold and serious, and he seemed to be ready to fight.

Only by pulling his father down from the top position of the Mu Group can he become the new master of the Mu family.

*

A week later.

Mooshi Group Office Building, Conference Room.

All shareholders, large and small, have arrived.

A group of people exchanged heads and ears, and they already knew the purpose of today's board meeting.

It's just that these old courtiers can't understand why Mu Sihan, who is the only son of the Mu family, can't wait to drive his old father off the altar, and this Mu family will be his own sooner or later.

The time is almost up, but neither of the two protagonists is there today.

Some shareholders look at their watches from time to time, and it is not a few minutes before they start.

"Why didn't Mu Dong and Mu Shao come?" Some shareholders couldn't help but ask the people next to them.

"yes, it's almost time for the meeting." The person next to him also chimed in, "I heard that Mu Dong's plane this morning, it won't be that the plane is late, right?" ”

"Why didn't Mu Shao come at this time?"

"Did father and son meet in advance?"

The shareholders of the board of directors talked about each other.

At this moment, Mu Sihan was driving into the children's playground in the city center, and immediately called Tang Manwei after getting out of the car, "Weiwei, I'm here, where are you?" ”

He was about to rush to the company's board of directors when he received a call from Tang Manwei halfway through, saying that his son was missing again.

"Mu Shao!" When Tang Manwei saw Mu Sihan, she ran over from afar and cried and threw herself into his arms, "Qiuqiu is gone......"

"What the hell is going on?" Mu Sihan put his hands on Tang Manwei's shoulders and gently pushed her away from his arms for some distance.

"Qiuqiu thought about it at home for a week, said that he wanted to go to the playground to play, he was only three years old, he was bored at home for a week, and he knew that he was wrong, and said that he would never run out alone secretly in the future to make us worry, I took Qiuqiu to the playground to play, and there was just an activity in the playground today, there were too many people, so I turned around and found that Qiuqiu was gone."

Tang Manwei said while crying, looking like she was scared.

"I've been looking for two hours, and I've asked the staff at the playground to help play the missing person broadcast, but there's still no news......," Tang Manwei cried silently, "Qiuqiu has never been like this before......"

"Don't worry, I'll go to the supervisor of the playground to adjust the monitoring."

A few minutes later, in the security monitoring room of the playground, the security personnel found the trace of the little one.

On the screen, the beautiful float carries the performers in cartoon clothes through the long aisle, and the crowd is standing on both sides, and the staff on the float keep throwing cartoon dolls to both sides, and the crowd resounded with cheers.

Tang Manwei also followed the crowd to grab the doll thrown from the float, and didn't notice that a man behind him with a cap and mask took the opportunity to take the little guy away.

Because there were so many people, no one paid attention.

On the screen, you can see that the little guy's two little short legs are kicking wildly, and the other party covers the little guy's mouth and takes him away.

It didn't take long for Tang Manwei to finally grab a cartoon doll and when she turned around, she found that her son was gone.

Mu Sihan's mobile phone kept ringing, and it was a call from an assistant.

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn, and the middle-aged man who sat on the main seat and looked a little like Mu Sihan exuded a cold and hard atmosphere and a domineering aura that had been in a high position for a long time, looking at all the shareholders who were doing it seriously, and a quiet needle could be heard falling on the ground in the whole meeting.