The room instantly fell silent.
Gu Manxi answered the call with a trembling voice and turned on the speakerphone. "Hello?"
The middle-aged man made a mouth gesture for her to extend the call.
However, the kidnapper seemed to only intend to make a long story short. "Tomorrow at noon, put the money on ship 136 at the port in the eastern suburbs of the captial. If I find out that you have called the police, you know the consequences."
Gu Manxi choked with sobs. "Where's Chuchu? I want to hear Chuchu's voice."
The kidnapper sneered. "Don't even think about it."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
The entire conversation lasted only ten seconds. The middle-aged man in charge of tracking sighed. "It's too difficult. There's no way to trace it-"
