He Youran tightened her grip on her phone. Ever since she found out that Lu Shouxin was missing, her heart had been beating wildly.
"Okay," She said.
"You..." Chen Meiyu didn't expect her to be so straightforward. She repeated, "I said 50 million! Cash! And you can't call the police. You have to do it yourself. If I sense anything wrong, I'll strangle this bastard to death immediately!"
"Okay," He Youran said calmly. "But I have to check on Shouxin first to make sure he's with you."
"Okay."
Chen Meiyu hung up the phone and sent a video to He Youran.
In the abandoned seaside factory, Lu Shouxin was tied to a chair. His small mouth was stuffed with a dirty rag. He seemed to know that Chen Meiyu was filming him. His big eyes were filled with hatred, but he was still young, tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes.
Just one look and He Youran's heart was about to break.
