For an entire week, Li Yifei hadn't received any news. The people who kidnapped his son hadn't given him a single phone call or made any contact. It seemed as though they had taken his son solely for the sake of stealing him, without any apparent motive.
This week, the whole Li family was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere. Li Yifei and his wives all had grim expressions, while the people below them were on edge, terrified of making a mistake and being reprimanded.
Ordinarily, the Li family compound would be filled with laughter and joy, yet over the course of this week, the courtyard had fallen deathly silent. Even Little Yifei, the mischievous troublemaker, had been affected, and her usual cheerfulness had vanished.
Li Yifei felt an urgent desperation in his heart, but he understood clearly that in moments like this, he had to remain composed. Becoming rash and impulsive would only lead him to fall into the palms of the enemy.
