"As for the kidnapping case 5 years ago, I will definitely catch the real culprits behind the scenes, and I will never let them go."

Sang Yanzhou's voice paused again: "Mom, it's been 5 years. You should come back too, don't you want to see her in person and see if she's your daughter? Dad, he misses you too."

After speaking, the other end of the phone was quiet for a long time.

If it weren't for the busy sound of hanging up the phone for a long time, Sang Yanzhou would have thought that the phone was hung up.

Finally, the female voice on the other end of the phone rang again: "I'll be back tomorrow."

There was a tremor in his voice.

I don't know if it's because it's exciting, or because it's incredible.

After hanging up the phone, Sang Yanzhou drove away.

Maybe it was because he knew that he was getting closer and closer to the truth back then, and he was too excited for a while, so he didn't realize that in the parking lot not far from his car, in a black SUV, a man in black with sunglasses was sitting in the driver's seat and quietly watching him drive away.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

"Hey?" The phone rang a few times before it was picked up.

"Mr. Jiang, the eldest young master of the Sang family really returned to China to start investigating the incident five years ago, he just came out of Sang Wanzhou's agent's house, it is estimated that he already knows something, do you need to continue to follow him?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.

"Continue to follow, Liu Kang said that he had already thrown the little girl into the deep mountains and old forests, and it was impossible for a little girl who was only a few months old to be alive. Just to be able to follow him to know where this girl came from, it will be a very important tool for us."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

The two worked together to make the buns, and they had finished wrapping them at eight o'clock in the evening.

The photographer stood at the window and looked out, the streets were full of lights, a prosperous scene.

A variety of stalls fill both sides of the sidewalk.

It's not lively.

Sang Wanzhou cleaned up the mess on the table, and said to Xiao Fubao, who was about to wash his hands, "After washing your hands, go take a bath, and you can eat when you come out in a while."

"Okay~" Xiao Fubao obediently answered and ran into the bathroom.

Sang Wanzhou was about to enter the kitchen, but was suddenly stopped by the photographer: "The market outside is so lively, don't you go shopping?"

Sang Wanzhou was not interested at all: "There are people crowded outside, what are you doing out?"

That said, yes.

But isn't he creating a show effect for them?

Staying in the store all the time, won't the audience get bored watching it?

But our audience seems to have long been accustomed to Sang Wanzhou's temperament, if you don't go out, you won't go out, just watching the two of them bow their heads and wrap buns there, and have a conversation from time to time, it's actually quite interesting.

Half past nine, just when the photographer gets off work.

As soon as he walked out of the breakfast shop, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.

I took out my mobile phone and glanced at the call, and saw that it was the director who answered: "Hey?"

"Kobayashi."

"Director, what's the matter?" The big brother of photography has a flat voice.

"Tomorrow will give you a day off, and another photographer will come to pick up your work, so you can connect with him."

The photographer looked puzzled when he heard this.

Why do you suddenly give him a holiday for no reason?

"Why?"

The director deliberately wanted to hide this topic: "Oh, you don't have to ask more, don't deduct your salary, take a paid day off, and that person will come to you for a job in a while, you can treat people well."

After speaking, the director's phone hung up directly.

Only the big brother of photography with a puzzled face was left.