"Yingluo, my son, what's wrong with you? Who was so bold to kidnap my Yingluo son? you've really suffered."
Song Hefeng had already woken up.
He looked at Mrs. Song in confusion.
Mrs. Song quickly helped song Hefeng up and glanced at the scene in the spacious private room.
In this private room, there were some shocking ropes.
The ropes were stained with blood.
Not only that, but there were also a few daggers-
The daggers were almost all stained with blood.
Mrs. Song's face turned pale as she yelled at the police officer.
"Who is the one who kidnapped my son?"
She would definitely make the person who hurt her son pay.
The police officer hesitated, but he didn't intend to hide it.
Then, she took a few photos and showed them to Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song took the photo. When she saw the figure in the photo, a trace of anger flashed past her eyes.
