A voice filled entirely with warning.
Ou Jue unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone.
Xia Zhiyun was already scared out of her wits, and Ling Chen's voice involuntarily rose, "Who are you? What do you want to do to my daughter?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that your daughter is in my hands now. You must obey my instructions, or I'll kill her immediately." The person on the other side spoke deliberately, "I'll say it again, don't try anything funny, or you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
Ou Jue clutched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white, and said coldly, "What do you want?"
"You're quite perceptive, Mr. Ou." The person on the other side chuckled lightly, "Now, turn off the speakerphone and step aside. I need to talk to you alone."
Even the usually arrogant Ou Jue had to obey his words because the other party was holding his weakness.
