The bag in his hand fell to the ground suddenly.

No, it's impossible......

How could Yan Chengchi know that Hanhan was his son and took people away......

Xia Changyue came back to her senses, quickly picked up her bag, flipped out her mobile phone, and her hands trembled so much that she could barely hold the phone.

opened the address book, stared at Yan Chengchi's name, and only after half a ring, did he muster up the courage and dial the phone.

"Toot-toot-"

It was opened, but no one answered.

Just when Xia Changyue was about to despair, the phone was finally answered.

"Hello?" The man's deep, magnetic voice was as cold as ever.

"......" suddenly heard his voice, Xia Changyue's throat seemed to be suddenly pinched, and he couldn't say a word for half a sound.

What was she going to ask?

Ask him if he already knows that Hanhan is his son?

Ask him why he took Hanhan away?

Or ask him, can you give Hanhan back to him?

In Xia Changyue's mind, thousands of thoughts flashed in an instant, but in the end, he forcibly held back his panic, "Yan Chengchi, is Hanhan there with you?" ”

She can't mess up, she must not mess up.

Hanhan often sneaks out of the kindergarten alone, maybe the teacher is mistaken.

The person who picked him up was not necessarily Yan Chengchi.

"Huh." The man on the other end of the phone smiled coldly, and his tone was sneering, "Xia Changyue, wouldn't it be a little ridiculous for you to find your son to come to me?" What does he have to do with me? ”

"......" Xia Changyue held the hand of the mobile phone and tightened suddenly.

Subconsciously blurted out, "The teacher said that Hanhan was ...... by his father"

Halfway through the conversation, she reacted violently and held back.

"Why don't you continue, don't you dare to say it?" Yan Chengchi's voice sank suddenly, and every word was full of anger, "Do you need me to say it for you?" Well! ”

"......" The blood on Xia Changyue's face faded little by little, and a bad premonition surged from his heart.

In the next second, she heard Yan Chengchi's cold voice, like a ghost from hell, coming into her ears word by word.

"Xia Changyue, I'm waiting for you to explain to me, whose son Hanhan is!"

The words fell, and the phone was hung up.

Xia Changyue only felt a trace of coldness, which rushed from the soles of his feet to his brain.

The petite body, as if it had become a sculpture, stood stiffly in place.

The hand holding the mobile phone, the fingertips are white, as if the phone is about to be crushed.

In his head, there was only one thought left: he knew it all...... He knew that Hanhan was his son......

That terrifying dream suddenly appeared in front of Xia Changyue's eyes.

Her heart pounded, and as soon as she turned around, she rushed to the side of the road to stop the car.

-

In the villa.

Yan Chengchi's tall figure stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window.

In his hand, he held his mobile phone and looked coldly ahead.

Outside the window, the branches of the trees swayed in the wind, the light and shadow were mottled, but in the living room of the villa, there was an indescribable depressing atmosphere, as if the winter wind and snow shrouded this world.

As soon as the words fell, he hung up the phone.

Wei'an's body, but stood there quietly, half loud, only then did he remember something, turned around, and looked at the sofa in the living room.

Han Han, who was originally sitting obediently on the sofa, where can he still see his shadow at this moment......

Yan Chengchi's eyes fell on the empty sofa, he was stunned for only a second, and immediately reacted, and his nerves froze!

"Butler, inform the doorman immediately that no one is allowed to leave the villa!"