Shadow said sternly, "Qiao Nian, don't do anything to Young Master Qi. Otherwise…"
"Are you qualified to negotiate with me?" The girl's voice was indifferent and a little cold.
Shadow's imposing manner collapsed unconsciously, and his voice softened. "Don't do anything to Young Master Qi. Otherwise…"
He did not have a chance to finish this time.
This was because the satellite phone buzzed again, and then it fell silent—
The veins on Shadow's forehead bulged, and his eyebrows twitched. His nerves were tense like a bowstring about to release the arrow.
His subordinate frowned and said with uncertainty, "She hung up?"
Shadow quietly put the satellite phone down.
The subordinate said in disbelief, "She really hung up? What does this person want?"
Shadow was dressed in black, and his face was darker than his clothes. He hid the emotions in his gaze. "Didn't you hear what she said?"
