"Little sister, you're very pretty, huh."

"Hehe."

Dahai sent over his own photo directly, where he was topless, and his muscular contours were quite evident.

"Is this you?"

"Mhm."

"I don't believe it."

"Don't believe then forget it."

"Really you?"

"Mhm." Dahai said, "Little sister, how about you send one too, let me have a look."

The other party hesitated for a bit and sent over a selfie.

A very standard high school student selfie.

"Pretty nice."

"Thank you."

The little girl was quite polite.

Dahai said, "Are you free, let's go out for a meal, my treat."

"Maybe another time."

"What's the matter? You busy?"

"Yeah, I'm shopping with a friend."

"It's not your boyfriend, is it?"

"No, it's not."

"Online friend?"

"Yeah."

"Is he good-looking?"

"Very average."

"Then call him over, let's all play a round of pool together."

"Let's not, I'm not that familiar with him, we'll part ways after eating together."

"Where are you eating? I'll come find you, and after you've eaten, I'll treat you to a bar, wanna go?"

"I've never been to a bar."

"It's fun, and you can dance too."

Dahai fully played to his shady characteristics, and finally, the little girl sent over an address.

"Done!"

Dahai chuckled and saw Director Han still searching for surveillance in various little shops.

He coughed softly and said, "Director Han, let's go."

Director Han turned around, took a deep breath, and said, "Dahai, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop harassing me!"

With that, she turned and left.

Dahai said, "Alright then, I'll go meet your daughter myself and send her home to you later."

After saying that, Dahai turned and left.

Director Han paused mid-step, "What did you say?"

Dahai ignored her.

Director Han rushed after him, asking, "Do you know where my daughter is?"

Dahai continued to ignore her.

Director Han was almost frantic, "Dahai, do you really know? Or are you deceiving me?"

"What good does deceiving you do me?"

Dahai, seeing her anxious look, felt a bit soft-hearted, "She went to meet an online friend, the two of them are out shopping."

"How do you know?"

Dahai pointed at his head, "Because I have a brain."

He briefly explained what he had just done and then tossed his phone over to her.

Director Han scrolled through the chat history, and after reading it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But immediately after, she clenched her teeth and said, "How could you chat with her like that?"

Dahai rolled his eyes, "Sis, I was trying to get information! How else should I have chatted? Should I have told her her mother sent me to ask where she was?"

"She's already skipping school, do you think if I said that sentence she wouldn't have blocked me right away?"

Director Han realized her question was a bit out of place.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"That's enough," Dahai said, "Let's focus on finding her first."

Arriving at the school gates, Dahai mounted his motorcycle, "Are you coming with me, or will you drive yourself?"

"I'll drive."

"Okay, let's meet up there."

The place the young girl went to wasn't far, and within ten minutes, the two had met up on a pedestrian street.

On the way, Dahai said, "You stay out of sight when we get there."

"Why?"

"Do you know why your daughter is skipping school?"

"I don't."

"Well, there you go. If you show up now, won't she know I'm acquainted with you? What will we do if something like this happens again in the future?"

"It won't happen again..."

"Don't be so certain. You don't understand your daughter at all. At least I've managed to strike up a conversation with her. If she skips school again, I'll be able to find her right away."

"So, you should not show up."

"If you're really worried, just watch secretly from a distance."

"Also, I'm going to take her to a bar tonight."

"No way!"

"Well then, I'll give you the address, and you can go find her yourself. I'm out of the rest, and don't come crying to me if she skips school again."

Director Han was conflicted.

She was adamant about not allowing her daughter to go to places like bars.

But Dahai made some valid points.

She was torn.

Dahai continued, "Although I don't know why she's skipping school, her social media posts suggest she has a certain amount of Electra complex, implying she's likely from a single-parent family."

"Plus, you're probably very strict with her normally, which has led to a rebellious attitude."

"It's better to channel energy than to block it."

"We've caught this early, so there's still a chance to turn things around. But if you keep repressing her, prohibiting her from doing this and that, the future could hold more than just her skipping school."

"She's already willing to meet up with internet strangers; next time, it could be going straight to a hotel room."

"Don't say it's impossible. She's a girl, the internet friend is a man, and once men get impulsive, they don't care about the consequences. By the time it's too late, you'll be out of luck."

Every word Dahai spoke hit her right in the heart.

"Then, then you can't let her drink."

Dahai rolled his eyes, "Sister, who goes to a bar and doesn't drink?"

"If you trust me, go back to work quietly now, head home when your shift ends. I, on the other hand, will take her to the bar for a bit of experience, and then safely bring her back to you."

"If you don't trust me, here's the address, and you can take her home yourself."

Dahai stood there, waiting for her to decide.

After much hesitation, Director Han said, "Then, take her."

"Alright, you should go back now."

Dahai waved and left.

Director Han watched his retreating figure, still worried at heart.

But no matter what, at least now she knew where her daughter was.

In terms of safety, there was some assurance.

After parting with Director Han, Dahai called Wu Qiangwei.

"Director Wu, are you busy?"

"Not too busy."

"Heh, Director Wu, you'll have to reward me well this time."

"Huh?"

"Don't ask now, I'll come to you later and explain slowly. Oh, and the stockings from Balenciaga are of very good quality."

Dahai hinted before hanging up the phone.

Wu Qiangwei blushed instantly.

She could clearly understand what Dahai was implying.

He was suggesting she wear stockings!

That rascal was getting bolder and bolder!

Nevertheless, she was curious about what Dahai had done.

Soon, Dahai had located the young girl.

She was eating at a cheap restaurant, sitting with a man who was average in both appearance and build.

Director Han's daughter, Chu Qing, had just entered her first year of high school, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Yet, she stood at one meter sixty and was dressed and made up like an eighteen-year-old.

Dahai frowned as he watched; girls were maturing too quickly nowadays.

What made him frown even more was that the internet friend she had arranged to meet was sitting beside her, his hand creeping towards Chu Qing's.

Dahai walked straight over and said, "Take your hand off."

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