'Did Xinyue really kidnap Huo Qingyuan?'
Zhao Hongwei couldn't help but look at Huo Qingyuan a couple of times.
It was still summer, but she was wearing a long-sleeved dress and her face was a little pale.
At this moment, she was looking at Zhao Xinyue, her gaze full of a murderous intent.
'How dare that fool Xinyue kidnap Miss Huo? No wonder she said that.'
Zhao Hongwei tried to maintain his composure and said assertively, "Technology is advanced these days. How can you confirm the authenticity of this voice recording? The Zhao Family may not be on par with the Huo Family, but we are no pushovers."
"I'm bullying you indeed. Like I said, your daughter is a dimwit. She even dared to use her own account to transfer money to the kidnappers."
At that, Zhao Hongwei's face suddenly became austere and he glared at Zhao Xinyue with great disappointment.