"Uncle Sankai, please have a seat. What should we do now? My father won't be in danger, will he?" Dongye Yuusei invited Sankai Seichiro to sit on the sofa.
A slightly more capable or ambitious second-generation rich kid, with their father kidnapped and fate unknown, might secretly rejoice at the prospect of inheriting the family business early.
But Dongye Yuusei was different. He had never worked a day at the company and was well aware that without his father, no one in the company would pay him any attention.
Only with his father around could he continue his lavish lifestyle without any pressure, do whatever he wanted, and always have someone to cover for him no matter what.
So he was genuinely worried about his father's safety.
In this regard, he could be considered a filial son.
Sankai Seichiro sat down and spoke seriously, "The two police officers just now didn't believe us, and we can't keep the authorities in the dark anymore."
