Ye Zhentian strode into the living room and asked. His aura was cold, but there was a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes. He no longer had his usual composure.
"Mr. Ye, I can also take out 200 million, but I still haven't found any information about the kidnappers." Song Jiaren sat on the sofa dejectedly. She rubbed her temples with her injured hand.
Ye Zhentian frowned when he heard that.
Yan Cheng coughed twice. He supported himself on the sofa and said, "Don't be anxious. At this time, only calmness can solve the problem."
Only then did Ye Zhentian notice Yan Cheng. He nodded slightly at Yan Cheng.
Song Jiaren looked at Yan Cheng deeply and slowly calmed down. Yan Cheng also looked at her and walked to her side to hold her injured hand.
