"Yes, it's me," Qu Tan'er's little face was solemn.
"Save, save me——" Qu Ruhua began to speak again urgently when it sounded as if the phone was snatched away. Then, a man's voice followed, cold, really indifferent, "If you want this woman's life, come to room AC205 at XX Club immediately. You have thirty minutes."
"Damn it! Fuck, it takes an hour just to speed there!" Qu Tan'er's complexion changed!
"...Beep!" The call was hung up.
"Damn it! Bastard!" She had the urge to smash the phone.
Mo Liancheng also had a gloomy expression.
He finally understood why the people behind the scenes were doing this.
Because they were plotting against others, and others were plotting against them as well.
Moreover, the trap was so clever. Even taking "trap" as a deliberate lure for the two of them. If this trap had been more covert, without revealing this layer of intentionality, Duan Lao would've refused immediately and wouldn't have attended the gathering at such an unstable time.
