Wu Jingcheng frowned and seemed to have sensed something, so he covered the speaker and turned to his assistant. "Where's Hong?"
The assistant replied, "I don't know where Young Master Hong went. We contacted him earlier, but his phone is turned off…"
"What…?"
Wu Jingcheng's expression instantly shifted. As the boss of Hongxing Gang, he instantly understood the caller's intention. Wu Hong was most likely in someone else's hands now…
"What do you want?"
A trace of fury was evident in Wu Jingcheng's voice as he picked up the phone again.
"Heh… Wu Jingcheng… I currently have your son, Wu Hong… I hope…"
Before Qin Yan could finish speaking, a tragic shout was heard from behind her, startling even Qin Yan.
"Ah… stop hitting me… AH… Save me… Dad, hurry and save me! Fm about to die… Ahhh…"
Currently, Wu Hong was staring at Qin Yan with infatuation, but wave after wave of blood-curdling screeches kept escaping his mouth.
