After finishing the call with the Vicious Wolf, Chen Nan returned to the hall.
"Who did you ask for help?"
Yun Fei from the East looked at Chen Nan full of puzzlement. Although she was worried about Su Qingqing's safety, she was equally curious about Chen Nan making the call.
"You don't know them, and it would be pointless to tell you."
Chen Nan spoke indifferently before sitting down on the sofa, waiting for the kidnapper's call.
Gradually, the sky had darkened. By seven in the evening, Su Yixuan's phone rang again.
The incoming number was different again, different from the previous two.
Chen Nan noted down the number, sent it to the Vicious Wolf via text message, and then answered the call, "What exactly do you want? Just spit it out."
"Chen Nan, you care a lot about this Su Qingqing, right? Hmm, she indeed looks pretty, even I'm tempted," the middle-aged man laughed loudly. "I'm curious, if she died, would you go mad?"
"You dare!"
