Dongfang Hen wasn't scared of his threats and voiced his doubt, "Dongfang Yu, how do you know I'd actually take action? I always feel like you know my every move."
Without batting an eye, Dongfang Yu replied, "I don't know what you'll do, but I do know that you won't let us off easily."
"At least you're self-aware!"
"Cut the crap. When are you going to release her? Unless your mother truly doesn't matter to you!"
Dongfang Hen laughed, "Of course she matters to me. She's my mother after all. Let me see her. Otherwise, how would I know if you really kidnapped her?"
"What about Hai Xiaotang? I want to see her first."
"She's sleeping. I'll let you see her tomorrow morning. Don't worry; I'm true to my word."
Dongfang Yu fell silent for a moment, then ordered his men to bring Dongfang Hen's mother, Duanmu Qiong, over.
Duanmu Qiong was now over fifty years old, and despite her well-maintained appearance, her eyes were wrinkled with crow's-feet.
