Ling Yichen quickly stepped aside to make a phone call, and after several calls, he returned and said to his hopeful brother, "I’ve already given the orders, we should get some news soon. There’s no use worrying right now."

Lin Mubai knew this in his heart, it was true, but he just couldn’t calm down. As long as he didn’t get definite news about the little woman for even a minute, his heart couldn’t settle.

Half an hour later, Ling Yichen’s phone brought good news: "She’s been found, on the outskirts of S City."

Lin Mubai immediately shot up from his chair and was about to rush out the door when Ling Yichen, quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed him: "Calm down, I’ve already sent people over. She won’t run."

"Thank you."

Seeing this, Ling Yichen helplessly shook his head again. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the once arrogant man would become so desolate over a woman. It couldn’t help but remind him of that person in the past, a fleeting glimpse, and he never saw her again, no matter how many ways he tried to find her.

As for what kind of feelings he really had for her, he himself hadn’t been able to figure it out over the years, and perhaps he was a bit unwilling to.

As the group rushed to their destination by car, Zhang Ziyin was excitedly returning to the room where An Nan was kidnapped, with a photo in hand. She handed the phone to the person in front of her, her face full of excitement and smugness: "See? See? Lin Mubai is my man now, as for you, from now on, go as far as you can."

After a brief pause in her smug speech, she continued proudly, "Lin Annan, do not doubt it, I’ve already had it checked, it’s all true, haha."

An Nan, who was somewhat holding on, began to break down.

It turned out that divorce was such a simple matter, even though she wasn’t even present, she could still get a divorce certificate.

Thinking of this, her heart ached beyond words.

This was exactly what Zhang Ziyin wanted to see, and she laughed triumphantly again, "Lin Annan, weren’t you always so smug in front of me? Keep it up! Why the long face? I’m married, shouldn’t you be happy for me? Smile, smile for me."

As she spoke, she reached out to pinch An Nan’s face, which was already swollen and unrecognizable, and it turned red again. An Nan tried to avoid the hand, but she was too exhausted. In the past two days, these people had given her nothing to eat, only some water. Under the dual torment of body and mind, she was already on the brink of collapse, perhaps it would be the next moment or perhaps not long after.

Laugh, she really couldn’t laugh anymore, or even if she could force a smile, with her face looking like that, no one would be able to tell.

But the other side wouldn’t let her go, continually kneading her face, while saying less and less. An Nan tried several times to raise her hand to swat the other away, but was met with only more violent pinching from Zhang Ziyin, making her suffer immensely.

Being tortured without fighting back was not her style, so An Nan tried to divert Zhang Ziyin’s attention with words: "Zhang Ziyin, so what if you’re married to him? Does he love you? No, the answer is obvious. What are you so proud of?"