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 ."
Yun Qiluo only glared at him fiercely without speaking.
Huang Sijun ignored her and directly ordered, "Connect the video to Yan Yan’s side."
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.
He looked, frowning, "It’s a video call."
At such a time... it’s most likely related to Yun Qiluo.
Yan Yan’s body, sunk into the sofa, paused slightly, thin lips slightly parted, "Connect."
Secretary Qin didn’t dare to breathe and immediately connected the video.
As soon as it was connected, the disgusting face of Huang Sijun appeared on the screen.
With an even more nauseating smile on his face.
As soon as Yan Yan saw him on the screen, his face instantly turned gloomy.
His long phoenix eyes slowly narrowed, silently exuding danger.
His thin lips slowly uttered three words, "Huang Sijun."
"Oh, Fifth Young Master, so you still remember me?"
Seeing Yan Yan’s handsome face suddenly, Huang Sijun was indeed somewhat intimidated at heart.
There’s a reason so many people fear Yan Yan. Just sitting there, his whole aura of dark danger is enough to make one’s heart race.
Especially being stared at like that, even across the screen, it gives a chilling feeling down the spine, making one dare not speak.
But thinking that he had caught this man’s weakness, Huang Sijun gained confidence.
He spoke to the camera, "Actually, it’s okay if you don’t remember, after today, you may never forget me for a lifetime."
Yan Yan had no intention to listen to his nonsense, seeing Huang Sijun here, he understood that it was all orchestrated by him.
As for how he got out of prison, Yan Yan didn’t care.
His eyes focused only on the image of the young girl faintly visible in the picture.
Slender and frail, her hair disheveled, sitting there looking extraordinarily pitiful.
Even at some distance, it was faintly visible her little face was pale.
He almost recognized at a glance that it was her.
His gaze landed on her hands and legs tightly shackled by handcuffs, his hand unconsciously clenched.
What flashed through his mind was: she must be in a lot of pain...
That little thing, so fond of crying, must be in tears from the pain.
Perhaps realizing that Yan Yan was looking at her, Yun Qiluo turned her gaze towards the camera and saw him at first glance, her eyes slightly brightened.
Then, thinking of something, her expression tensed again.
She didn’t cry for help, nor did she weep, astonishingly obedient.
Only her beautiful eyes, clear and distinct, stared unblinkingly at him.
Her eyelashes trembled lightly.
Realizing this, Yan Yan’s hand clenched unconsciously by his side.