Without wasting time waiting for Jiao Yalin’s reaction, Leng Zimo directly hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number.

"This is Leng Zimo, arrange a plane immediately, I need to fly directly to the United Kingdom... Yes, now... I’ll be at the airport in an hour..."

He pushed open the door, strode out, and immediately ordered the two subordinates guarding outside the door.

"Tell Ah Jiu to protect the young master well."

Saying this, he briskly headed for the stairs leading to the helicopter platform, editing a message on his phone as he walked, sending it to Cheang Xiao, instructing him to ensure Luo Xiaoqian’s safety.

Time was tight; whether Jiao Yang’s family would believe them, or what their reaction would be, these were things he could not estimate. Leng Zimo did not place much hope on the Duke of Kent. To ensure Jiao Yang’s safety, he had to rush to the United Kingdom to personally handle this matter.

With long strides, he ascended the stairs and dialed Ah Sang’s number.

"Mobilize the team immediately, head to London, England; try to contact anyone you know, prepare weapons. Once in London, we’ll meet up."

After hanging up, Leng Zimo quickly typed a message and sent it to Luo Xiaoqian’s phone, then got into the helicopter.

"Take off immediately, get me to the airport!"

The pilot quickly started the helicopter, the rotors spun up, and the helicopter lifted off from the yacht and soared into the sky.

...

...

On the deck.

Shen Yizhou and others were courteously inviting various guests to temporarily rest in the cabins, and Leng Lin also invited some of his old friends into the cabins. The captain was stowing the anchor, preparing to head towards the shore.

The yachts and small boats on board were limited, and it wasn’t possible to send all the guests ashore one by one.

Ah Jiu held Luo Jun, comforting him by bringing him to a terrace.

"Mo Mo, look, what’s that? Seems like a seagull!"

Luo Jun simply hung his little head, completely uninterested in the topic.

"Uncle Ah Jiu, does my dad really not love mom anymore?"

"Of course not, sir loves madam very much, it’s just... there might be some misunderstandings between them," Ah Jiu gently reassured, "Trust uncle, they’ll be alright."

"You’re lying!" Luo Jun bit his lip and twisted forcefully out of his arms, "You’re all lying!"

Turning around, the little one tried to escape.

"Mo Mo!" Ah Jiu hurriedly grabbed his arm, "Uncle’s not lying, it’s true..."

"You’re all liars, dad, mom... all of you!" the little one shouted with a sob.

Mom said she would marry dad but then fled at the last minute, saying she would marry Uncle Jiao Yang, and she left without taking him with her. Dad said he loves mom but didn’t chase after her either... For such a young child to comprehend these complications was too difficult. The little one’s heart was now full of disappointment.

He couldn’t understand that Luo Xiaoqian didn’t take him because it was too dangerous to keep him by her side. Leng Zimo didn’t chase after Luo Xiaoqian, not because he didn’t love her, but because he knew she hadn’t truly left, and he had to go rescue Jiao Yang.

"Mo Mo..."

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

The little one, both angry and disappointed, struggled fiercely, kicking at Ah Jiu.

"Young master!"

Ah Jiu was helpless as well; Luo Jun had always been sensible and obedient, and it was the first time he lost his temper like this. He was a big man, and naturally not skilled at handling such matters, and there was no way to calm him down.