The look in Huang Sijun's eyes darkened instantly as he was spat upon.
But he didn't get angry, instead he took out a handkerchief to wipe the spit off his face.
He then revealed a malicious, dirty grin, looking at Yun Qiluo with ill intent.
"Next, let's play a little game with your beautiful woman at home."
He turned around and fiddled with the phone for a moment, then turned back to see Yun Qiluo's expression.
A near-madness smile appeared:
"Look at you now, how pathetic, your face is so pale, he'd surely feel heartbroken seeing you like this."
Yun Qiluo only glared at him fiercely without speaking.
Huang Sijun ignored her and directly ordered, "Connect the video to Yan Yan's side."
Yan Family's villa.
To find Yun Qiluo's whereabouts, the Yan Family and the police had already started a city-wide lockdown.
In the living room, it was quiet and the atmosphere was intensely oppressive.
The notebook used by Secretary Qin to monitor was suddenly ringing.
