Jing Yichen's held a voice recorder in his hands, and it was the style which he was very familiar with – the special voice recorder of Family Jing.
Seeing that he looked a bit weird, Shangguan Ning asked, "What is it?"
"It is from Jing Yiran." Jing Yichen sounded very cold. The gentleness from his face was gone.
Shangguan Ning was very surprised. She looked at the delivery box and found that there was no sender's information available.
Jing Yichen pressed the play button of the recorder and the voices of a man and a woman could be heard.
"What do you want me to do? To kill them both?"
"No, just the woman. The man must stay alive and he mustn't be hurt."
"That is not easy. They are in the same car and if anything happens to the car, the people inside can't escape from being hurt. Your price isn't high enough to make the accident look unsuspicious. You better poison that woman with a pill. That'll save you a lot of trouble."
