The busy signal beeped loudly in Chi Jingming's ear. His fists, held to his head, clenched tighter, his knuckles cracking.
In the next moment, the phone rang again.
Thinking it was Lin Zonghao calling, Chi Jingming answered without looking and yelled, "Lin Zonghao, if you dare lay a finger on her, even as a ghost I won't let you go..."
"Jing Ming, Jing Ming, where are you? Where are you?"
From the phone came Wang Lin's urgent voice.
"Mom, don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself."
Feeling helpless, Chi Jingming thought to himself that he really wasn't worth anything.
To this day, he not only dragged down Luo Peirou and the child but also Wang Lin. Chi Jingming could already imagine that if he didn't show up, the next person Lin Zonghao would torment could very well be Wang Lin.
On the other end of the line, Wang Lin instantly understood the meaning behind Chi Jingming's previous words.
"Jing Ming, Luo Peirou is in Lin Zonghao's hands, isn't she?"
