"In the hotel we stayed at before," the young man replied.
"Do the people who kidnapped you know the place?" Qi Yun continued to ask.
The young man shook his head: "They didn't ask about that, just told us to call home and get money sent over."
"Alright, go get your passports first."
Half an hour later, the group arrived at the hotel. The young man had booked a room for seven days earlier, so the luggage was still in the guest room.
Inside the room, Qi Yun lit a cigarette and handed his phone to the young man: "Call your family."
The young man took the phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the familiar number, and the call quickly connected.
"Dad!"
"Xiao Qing and I are okay now, someone saved us."
"No, just some minor injuries, Brother Qi has already found a doctor to help us handle them."
"We're at the hotel now, Brother Qi said he'll send us home when it's light."
"Yes, he's right here."
