The four kidnappers exchanged glances, stammering and unwilling to speak.
Xia Ningxing cocked her little head to one side, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously. With a casual chop, she broke the table in front of her and demanded loudly, "Are you going to talk or not?"
If she hadn't wanted to avoid big trouble, what she would have been chopping was not the table but their heads!
The four grown men stared at the shattered remnants of the table, trembling like leaves, and quickly, in unison and without dissent, they answered, "It was Xia Jianren who gave us ten thousand yuan to kidnap you, intending to force your mother to pay five hundred thousand yuan for your ransom!"
After getting a share of Xia Jianren's car and factory, Mrs. Xia directly had someone sell them, just making up five hundred thousand yuan.
As for the house, she kept it on Ningxing's advice to appreciate in value.
"What!?" Xia Ningxing exploded with rage.
