Old Long looked suffocated.

Chen Dong's question made him unable to answer.

Indeed, Chen Daolin's disappearance is absurd and weird.

Seeing that Old Long was silent, Chen Dong sighed and stood up and walked out: "I won't disturb you reading. By the way, this matter must be carried out closely and investigated with the person you trust the most."

"The old slave understands."

The next morning.

Chen Dong was concerned about his father and did not sleep all night.

When it was just dawn.

Old Long walked out of the room and signaled Chen Dong to enter the room with him.

Chen Dong was excited.

I quickly got up and entered the room with Mr. Long.

"Is there any news?"

Chen Dong couldn't help but twist his hands, his nervous palms were covered in sweat.

"The number belongs to a city in the western desert."

Old Long's eyes looked a little weird.

Chen Dong was also stunned. The Western Desert was originally a lonely place with thousands of miles of people, and was even more distant from the Chen family.

My father’s phone number...why is it from there?

"What's the specific one?" Chen Dong asked.

Old Long shook his head: "It's gone."

"Not?"

Chen Dong was immediately anxious: "You spent all night to find out such a little thing?"
Chapter completed!