Finally given a chance to speak, He Qing let out a long sigh, and with a hoarse voice, he began, "He Chen, if you have the guts, dare you let me make a call?"
He Chen snorted without lifting his head or opening his eyes, "Untie him, let him call."
A strange light flashed in He Qing's eyes. Once the Black Hawk members untied him, he directly took the butler's phone and calmly opened the dial pad.
Unfortunately, just as He Qing pressed three numbers, footsteps sounded from outside.
Three silhouettes came against the light with a silent yet strong presence, walking unhurriedly into everyone's view, bathed in sunlight.
"He Xiaosi, you've got some nerve now."
"Our Xiao Si has grown up, and he can endure being bullied while reporting good news and concealing distress. That's really damn outstanding."
"Xiao Si, do you need a hug from big brother?"
Three people, three sentences, almost crushed all of He Chen's fortitude.
