In a luxurious private room in a quiet club, Qin Siting saw Li Nanheng's dazed expression and casually flicked his cigarette. He glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
After finishing his words, he hung up without any hesitation. For some reason, he threw out a huge smoke bomb. Even someone as agile as Li Nanheng was slow to react for several minutes.
"Earlier, Mo Jingshen's crying spirit said…"
"Speak properly." Mo Jingshen placed the glass down and glanced at him indifferently.
"What did Ji Nuan say?" Qin Siting smiled.
"Ji Nuan said that my wife and child are in her hands. If you don't hurry up and hand Mo Jingshen back, she'll bring my wife and child to Syria." Li Nanheng repeated what others had said with a strange expression. He then glanced at the two of them. "Has this woman developed hypochondria after she got pregnant?"
