Ji Qishu grew more and more anxious, cold sweat breaking out.
Mo Fei, who came with him, saw his unstable emotions and said concisely, "Don't panic."
How could he not panic?
Anyone capable of such inhuman acts as organ trafficking is certainly not kind-hearted. He felt that every minute and every second, his ex-wife was in danger!
But there were no clues to follow. In his panic, Ji Qishu directly turned to Weibo, posting on it, and even pinned his post to the top of the trending list, hoping the criminals would see it.
His post read: "Chang Qinghua, my ex-wife, whoever you are, you'd better release her immediately. I can let bygones be bygones, but if you don't, even if you harm her now, as long as I'm alive, I, Ji Qishu, will hunt you down for ten, twenty years, never stopping until you're in the eighteenth level of hell. Don't think just because I, Ji Qishu, seem talkative that I won't be relentless in my revenge!"
