Two days later, the kidnapper's phone call came in on time.
"How are you prepared? Do you still want to save your son?"
The situation was almost laughable, with so many people mobilized, even the police, and yet they hadn't located them.
If it were just ordinary kidnappers, how could they have been so flawless?
Thus, Pei Yibai became even more certain that these people were inextricably linked to URA.
"The money is ready, just tell me the place," Pei Chengde replied calmly.
"Good, you come alone. If I find anyone else with you, or if the police are following, then you don't have to bother bringing the money."
Pei Yibai sneered repeatedly, picking out Pei Chengde for the exchange—those people really were playing a dangerous game.
"Dad, I'll go," Pei Yibai said softly.
His father was old and sick; if he truly went, it would only give them one more bargaining chip.
Pei Yibai couldn't agree to it.
"Yibai..." Mrs. Pei hesitated for a moment.
