"I'm just an intelligence peddler," Qi Yue smiled, his words full of humility.
Huo Siyu's expression was indifferent, his voice quiet: "What are you trying to sell this time?"
"Your wife, Ms. Shen Li, is still alive," Qi Yue said, then added, "I think you already know this news."
"However, I now have a live video, and you can immediately see what your wife is doing."
Huo Siyu's face changed instantly, and he quickly sat up from lying on the bed, his voice turning serious:
"What did you say?"
Qi Yue laughed, warmly, "A live video, absolutely live broadcast."
"Do you want it?"
Huo Siyu gripped the phone tightly, his voice still calm, "That depends on what price you want?"
"Haha... as expected of Mr. Huo, even at a time like this, you can negotiate a price first," Qi Yue laughed.
Just then, the sound in the phone altered, gunfire, then Shen Li's voice...
"There must be a mistake somewhere, how could I possibly be married?"
