It’s Nie Yixiao.

Jiayi was stunned, then joked, "No wonder Ms. Qiao has become a homebody, hiding at home clutching her phone all day, turns out these past few days she has been soaking in online chats with Brother Yixiao."

Seeing that Jiayi noticed, Qiao Yongyong openly admitted, "What chatting? I feel even playing with Siri would be better!"

"What do you mean?"

"With Siri, at least if I ask something, the machine responds. I sent him so many messages, and he didn’t reply to a single one; how is that chatting?"

As she spoke, she even held up her phone, not minding showing it to Jiayi.

Sure enough, the whole screen was filled with Qiao Yongyong’s messages and emojis, each sentence very bold and spicy, along with various cute emojis.

"Brother Yixiao, the first day you left, I missed you."

"Brother Yixiao, the second day you left, I still missed you."

"Brother Yixiao, have you eaten..."

"What did you eat? Do you want to go out for a meal together?"

"Brother Yixiao, is your hand better now? Ah, poor thing, a single man can only rely on his hand, and now that it’s injured and can’t be used, must you be sexually frustrated? Should I help you?"

"Brother Yixiao, are your legs sore today? Because I dreamt about you last night, and you were running around in my mind all night long."

...

Jiayi nearly burst out laughing, almost able to imagine Nie Yixiao’s face turning green reading these messages.

"You really are a flirting expert." She really admired Qiao Yongyong.

Qiao Yongyong shrugged, accepting Jiayi’s praise.

"So, these past few days you’ve been unilaterally sending him WeChat messages non-stop?"

Qiao Yongyong nonchalantly replied, "If he doesn’t reply to a hundred or two hundred messages, then I’ll just send five hundred or a thousand. He’ll eventually reply, right~"

"Haven’t you thought about going directly to find him?" Jiayi was curious—given Qiao Yongyong’s nature, who boldly flirts with Nie Yixiao on WeChat, she should have rushed to Nie Yixiao’s presence long ago.

Qiao Yongyong pursed her red lips, "You think I haven’t tried? The second day he left, I went to the security agency, but he didn’t even come out of his office, totally ignoring me."

Jiayi: "..."

Qiao Yongyong had a sudden inspiration, "But you reminded me, after I’m done at the police station today, I’ll go to his apartment, wait for him to get off work, and see how he can still hide~ He can’t just not go home, right?"

Jiayi was torn between laughter and tears. She then recalled, oh right, today Qiao Yongyong still has to go to the police station to align her testimony with the allegations against Huo Zhenxuan.

Every time, it’s Huo Zhenyang who accompanies her, today is no exception.

Later Qiao Yongyong should head to Haodu Building to meet up with Huo Zhenyang, and then go to the police station together.

After finishing breakfast, Qiao Yongyong said goodbye to Jiayi and left.

Not long after Qiao Yongyong left, Jiayi finished her breakfast and stretched lazily.

Being pampered and fed by Huo Zhenyang during her recovery, she gained several pounds.

Just as she was about to go upstairs to change her clothes to go to F.WANG, slightly hurried footsteps came from the entrance, accompanied by the maid’s voice drifting over:

"Mr. Nie, what brings you here? Is there something wrong?"

Jiayi was surprised and stopped in her tracks, looking over only to see Nie Yixiao hurriedly walking in: "Jiayi."

She quickly went over: "Brother Yixiao, why did you come? Has something happened?"

Nie Yixiao had completed his mission at Disheng and the agreement had also ended; he hadn’t visited since then.

His coming over personally so early in the morning, what could it be about?

His eyes flickered uncertainly, and his tone was more nervous than ever:

"Huo Zhenxuan escaped from the police detention center the night before last, and his whereabouts are still unknown. Interpol is searching throughout the city, and for fear of alerting him, they haven’t notified anyone from the public."

Jiayi’s heart hung in suspense, her vaguely strange worries of yesterday seemed to have become reality, and seconds later, she realized: "Then... how do you know this?"

"Interpol and ISM are brother organizations, having worked together on many major cases. I have a sworn brother in Interpol. He knows that I was once commissioned by the Huo Family to protect Qiao Yongyong, who is related to the witness in this case, and he mentioned this to me this morning."

Jiayi’s heart inexplicably raced. Huo Zhenxuan was miserably harmed by Huo Zhenyang, and now that he has escaped from prison, would he perhaps take some form of revenge?

Nie Yixiao looked around: "Where are Young Master Huo and Qiao Yongyong?"

Jiayi was uneasy: "They were going to the police station today to give their testimonies. They are supposed to meet at the Haodu Building and then head to the police station... Brother Yixiao, nothing bad will happen, right?"

Nie Yixiao’s expression turned grim, he didn’t answer her but decisively said: "Call them and remind them to not get in the car, not to go out!"

Jiayi, not knowing what had happened but aware that Nie Yixiao wouldn’t be so nervous over a minor issue, didn’t ask further; she frantically found her phone and dialed Huo Zhenyang’s number.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off." It was a mechanical and emotionless female voice.

Why would he turn off his phone at this time?

Jiayi then called Qiao Yongyong, but the familiar ringtone sounded next to the dining table. Probably Qiao Yongyong was having breakfast while sending WeChat messages to Nie Yixiao, and then hurried out, forgetting her phone.

Following the ringtone, Nie Yixiao walked over, picked up Qiao Yongyong’s familiar pink phone, and clenched his teeth: "This girl is even more outrageous, not even bringing her phone. Where is George, is he not with Young Master Huo? Try calling him."

Jiayi was panic-stricken: "These days, the old master has been unwell, and with reporters sneaking into the hotel wanting to interview the second young master, he sent George to go to the hotel every day to protect him. George hasn’t been with him these days... Right, I’ll call the front desk to see if I can find him!"

Saying this, she made a call to the Huo Group’s front desk.

"Huo Group." The receptionist’s voice was professionally sweet.

"Hello, is Mr. Huo at the office? I need to speak with him."

People always come looking for Young Master Huo, from big and small companies wanting to cooperate with Huo Family, down to salespeople.

If it was really an important person, they wouldn’t call the front desk but directly call Young Master Huo’s personal phone.

The receptionist thought she was just another one of those, and responded nonchalantly: "If you have an urgent matter, you may contact the secretary to schedule an appointment or directly contact Mr. Huo himself. It is office hours now."

With a bang, the call was disconnected.

Jiayi couldn’t even say another word before the call was hung up, looking towards Nie Yixiao: "What’s going on? Why did you tell him not to get in the car?"

Nie Yixiao no longer hid the truth: "After receiving the call from my friend, I immediately contacted a local snakehead, I originally intended to inquire about whether Huo Zhenxuan had smuggled out of Yunling. When I asked, I didn’t find his whereabouts, but I unexpectedly learned that he had acquired explosives through the black market."

In the bodyguard industry, Nie Yixiao had connections in both the underworld and the lawful world; he was no exception.

Jiayi’s cold sweat seeped out on her back: "So you suspect that the second young master might rig his car with a bomb?"