Tang Moyu glared at the phone with a ferocity that Feng Tianyi rarely saw in her. Whenever she looked like this, he knew that his wife's patience was already running thin. Also, something about the way she looked informed him that she was considering Zhu Ziqian's suggestion.
"Ha. Do you really think you can threaten me like that? Do you think I have such a benevolent heart to save them by putting myself in danger? Don't make me laugh," the empress snorted arrogantly, hoping that her husband had already managed to locate where the phone call was made. The faster they knew where he was, the better.
"Do you really believe what you say, Madam Feng? Do you want me to send a little souvenir from your dear assistant?" Zhu Ziqian's voice warned Tang Moyu, and her hands clenched tightly on her side knowing that Cheng Ning's life was in danger because of her.
