After Jiang Zihong finished speaking, he gritted his teeth against the pain in his arm and awkwardly used his other hand to take out his phone, dialing a video call.
The call connected almost instantly, and the screen first showed a man's face.
Soon after, the man turned the camera, revealing the figures of Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin.
Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin's hands were tied with ropes, and beside them stood several bodyguards in black, clearly the subordinates Jiang Zihong had mentioned.
"You see the situation your two sisters are in now. If you don't want anything to happen to them, then you better behave properly..."
Before Jiang Zihong could finish his sentence, a sharp pain shot through his neck.
Qiao Jing had swiftly clamped his throat, pressing him against the wall with a fierce glare, her voice as cold as frost.
"You promised to let them go, yet you play tricks on me like this, you're something else!"
"Cough, cough—"
