None of them moved, and the phone continued to ring, its voice becoming hoarse, and it was almost out of battery.
As the ringtone played for the second time, they still didn't answer, until the third time, finally, Qin Ziyi reached out his hand. Yet unavoidably, his hand began to tremble, and the tips of his fingers went numb.
His fear escalated.
"Hello..."
He put the phone to his ear, and upon hearing the voice on the line, his already pale face turned utterly ashen.
"Let your father answer the phone."
The moment he heard the voice, Qin Ziyi knew who it was.
He handed the phone to his father with trembling hands.
Father Qin's hand also shook momentarily before he put the phone to his ear.
"The Tong Family also thought about kidnapping that girl. They succeeded, but look at what the Tong Family has become now?" The voice on the phone was almost devoid of emotion, simply stating a fact.