Xia Yiwan was terrified upon hearing the words.
"President Liu, I've brought her to you as promised. Now please, let me go. I assure you, I won't breathe a word of this to anyone," Xia Min pleaded with a pale face, her voice shaking.
Liu Wenjie barked impatiently, "Shut up!"
Xia Min hurriedly covered her mouth, collapsing weakly into a chair.
Just then, Xia Yiwan's phone suddenly rang, startling everyone in the car.
"Hand it over!" Liu Wenjie ordered, threatening with a dagger. Xia Yiwan obediently relinquished her phone.
Without giving it a second glance, Liu Wenjie switched off the phone.
Yiwan cursed inwardly.
If only she had answered Si Mo's call earlier, then at least someone would know who she was last seen with.
As she was mulling over it, Liu Wenjie reached over, trailing his hand down her neck, a lewd smile on his face, "So smooth!"
Simultaneously, at Sining International's CEO's office, Si Mo violently threw his cup across the room.
