A low, hoarse male voice came from the other end of the line: "It's me."
Song Anqi froze in surprise, her eyes widening.
The caller turned out to be Yan Zhengxiong!
If he was calling, he must have found out she'd fallen into Lu Jihan's trap!
Panic flared; Song Anqi's phone almost slipped from her hand as she scrambled to get up.
"Don't move! I'm warning you, Song Anqi, you'd better behave yourself!"
Yan Zhengxiong's voice was gloomy and sinister, like the Devil speaking from hell, sending a chill down her spine.
Forcing down the chaos in her chest, Song Anqi lifted her head and glanced at Lu Jihan, then asked, "What is it?"
Yan Zhengxiong gave a cold snort. "If you don't want anything to happen to your parents, you're going to tell Lu Jihan right now that his son is in your hands."
"What?!"
"Negotiate with him. Make him let you go, and then you can let his son go."
"..."
