Qiao Mo remained silent, not even able to take in what he was saying.
Thinking of the busy signal on the phone earlier, her gaze turned a bit sour.
She knew it wasn't a busy signal; he had blacklisted her number. She had also blacklisted some people who called her crazily, so she knew that's what happened when one was blacklisted.
Moreover, the first call from a few minutes ago, although no one answered, had clearly gone through.
Several kidnappers sat silently around her, each with a grim expression.
The bomb strapped to her continued its countdown. In the blink of an eye, it went from fifty-nine minutes to forty minutes, as if marking the final moments of her life.
...
On the other side, after Qiao Yun finished replying to the text message, she immediately deleted it and then added Qiao Mo's number to the blacklist.
But before she could put down the phone, the sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly stopped.
