Qin Youxuan stood in the courtyard, her lips parted anxiously.
Her hands clenched tightly around her phone, fearing that if the call dropped, she would never see her son again.
"Don't worry, your father has arrived, Hanjie should be here soon. Just do as I say, and I will let your whole family of four meet," the man on the other side of the phone croaked out with a mocking laughter.
A terrifying voice, brimming with smugness.
Qin Youxuan's nerves tensed, and she bit down hard on her teeth. "Who are you? I don't care what you want, don't harm my son, or I will drag you down with me even if it kills me!"
Hearing that Hanjie would also be coming, Qin Youxuan's anxious heart inexplicably came at ease.
As long as he was there, she believed everything would be all right.
