Seeing that it was still Qiao Mo's number, she glanced towards the bathroom, noticing Fu Nancheng hadn't finished showering yet.
She quickly opened the text message and was stunned.
"Transfer one billion within an hour to this account, or be prepared to collect her corpse!"
The message contained only one sentence, accompanied by a photo.
In the photo, the setting appeared to be an abandoned factory. Qiao Mo was wearing a white shirt and jeans, tied to a chair, with a pool of blood on the ground.
In front of her was a large time bomb, the bright-red timer paused at fifty-nine minutes and twenty-one seconds, clearly counting down.
Qiao Yun was extremely tense, never expecting the message from Qiao Mo's number to be a ransom text.
This almost made her suspect it was a scam.
If the photo had been sent to her phone, she definitely wouldn't believe it, but the message was sent to Fu Nancheng, clearly indicating she was seeking help from him!
