Min Hu's sinister gaze was fixed tightly on the computer screen, his wicked smile growing larger by the moment. Fortune really was on his side. He quickly took out his phone and dialed a number...
Qin Tingjie's phone began to ring. As soon as he saw it was Min Hu calling, his brows furrowed. He had a premonition that a call at this time would definitely not bode well, but he still answered.
He hadn't spoken when that cold voice already came through from the other end, "I want to exchange the hostage. Send that woman down here."
A flicker crossed Qin Tingjie's brow, "Which woman?" He turned to look at Tang Anzhi's retreating figure, his heart clenching slightly as he realized whom Min Hu was referring to. His face involuntarily darkened.
