Chapter 1627 He Is No Longer Here

He was small, but he shouted with all his might, heart-wrenching, until his voice became hoarse and he almost cried.

Fang Chixia was touched by his voice and stared at the fire absentmindedly for a while. Her legs tried to walk towards the fire uncontrollably, but she was pulled by the assistant, "Madam, what are you doing?"

"Luo Yibei is still inside! He is still inside! Find a way!" She turned her head to look at him and yelled at him uncontrollably.

"But..." The assistant stared at the fire and reminded her tremblingly, "The villa is almost burned out. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

Fang Chixia's eyes dimmed immediately after he said that.

The fire was still burning.

The whole villa was a sea of ​​fire.

The fire was so big that people couldn't get in at all...

Fang Chixia stood outside the villa, watching the fire getting bigger and bigger in front of her. Her eyes seemed to be pierced by needles, and it was so painful that she even found it difficult to open them.

The fire in the villa burned very quickly, and it was completely burned out in just a few minutes after the few people arrived.

Fang Chixia stood outside in a daze, as if her soul had been sucked out.

Little Milk Bag was outside to accompany her obediently, holding her hand with his little hand, and his body was very close to her.

The assistant went in to check. He walked around the villa, which had been burned to only a few broken walls. When he returned to Fang Chixia, he lowered his head and said, "Madam, nothing was found. The young master may have...already..."

He couldn't say the rest of the words because the child was present.

Fang Chixia stood outside the villa in a daze, as if she didn't hear what he said.

She stood outside for a long time, staring at the direction of the villa, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Little Milk Bag was beside her, and his small figure was leaning against her. He was very excited when he first called her, and he almost burst into tears, but he was very quiet afterwards.

This is the strength in his bones. The more vulnerable he is, the less likely he will show it easily.

The assistant accompanied the two of them. The three of them stood outside together for a whole day. When it was dark in the evening, Fang Chixia slowly came back to her senses, glanced at the assistant beside her, and asked unexpectedly, "Who is the client who made an appointment with the young master today?"

"A company from the Middle East." The assistant answered timidly.

"Give me the information they have now when you go back." Fang Chixia retracted her gaze, picked up the little baby, and walked in the direction of the cars in front.

Her steps were very slow, her back was very straight when she walked, her chin was slightly raised, arrogant and strong.

Such a woman surprised the assistant.

This young lady is different from ordinary women.

In this situation, ordinary women would probably be immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves, but she showed all strength.

After Fang Chixia got in the car, Assistant Song and the others went back and went back to the company to send all the information to her.

The Luo family's castle is very large, and there are usually groups of servants, but because the house is so large, it still seems a bit deserted.

After Little Milk Bag came back, Fang Chixia asked someone to prepare dinner and let him eat his fill. She then sat with him for a while. When he felt sleepy and fell asleep quietly, Fang Chixia took the documents sent by her assistant and went to the study.

Sitting alone on a chair in the study, she stared at the documents in her hand and read them carefully.

The company was from the Middle East, and the legal representative was a Middle Eastern man with a series of surnames that she was not familiar with.