Yin Luoxue tightly gripped the armrests of her wheelchair to maintain her composure, but she couldn't entirely hide the panic she felt at that moment.
Pei Jinchuan manipulated his cellphone, "Here's the audio, please listen and confirm whether this is Yin Luoxue's voice or not."
As soon as his words fell, a deep and icy voice resounded, "Enough."
Everyone's gaze fell on Li Tingshen, who had not spoken until now.
Li Tingshen stood up, "President Pei, may I have a word with you in private?"
Pei Jinchuan curled his lips, put away his phone, and followed him to the study on the third floor.
Once the door was closed, Li Tingshen walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and got straight to the point, "Name your price."
Pei Jinchuan sat down in the chair in front of the desk, "Does President Li think my son's life has a price?"
"The life of young Master Pei is indeed priceless, but he is safe and sound now, and it was my wife who saved him."
