"Old Han, what should we do? What should we do?" In an empty villa area of Xijing City, a middle-aged woman with light makeup was shedding tears. She covered her pretty face that had not been left with many traces of time. A sad voice came through the gaps between her fingers, full of sadness.

"Yuhua, don't cry. Let's think about it. Who could possibly have kidnapped our child?" Beside the woman was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a beard. He patted his wife's ...