He Jinxuan recounted what had happened today.
Ye Liyan listened and his face turned dark: "I've never held a grudge against anyone."
Xinyan spoke up at this moment: "It shouldn't be related to you. When we were leaving the police station, we heard one of the kidnappers say they were paid to do this, and the person who hired them didn't speak Chinese very well."
Ye Liyan, not a fool, naturally picked up on the implied meaning of these words, his fists clenched with a 'crack' sound: "It seems the old man has really angered that woman, and desperation has pushed her to the extreme."
Looking at his two sons, a sense of dread surged in his heart. The old man's possessions were inconsequential to him; if anything happened to the two children, he couldn't bear the thought.
He Jinxuan glanced at the watch on his wrist: "Let's discuss anything further after picking them up."
