But the driver showed no intention of stopping, not even a hint of nervousness on his face.
He calmly steered the wheel and said coldly, "I have your son; you can only follow me now."
Zhang Jianjun's face turned pale immediately, the color draining from his cheeks instantly.
Yet, to make sure he wasn't being deceived, he feigned composure and said, "You're talking nonsense, my son is attending university in Haicheng, your scam isn't even convincing."
The driver in front let out a cold laugh and retorted, "Is that so?"
Seeing the driver's calm demeanor, Zhang Jianjun began to feel uncertain.
Almost at the same moment, Zhang Jianjun's phone suddenly rang.
Looking down at it, his heart nearly jumped out of his throat; the number displayed was indeed his son's.
Zhang Jianjun answered the call almost without thinking.
As soon as the call connected, an unfamiliar voice came through, saying, "Do you believe it now?"
Zhang Jianjun abruptly looked around.
