Who's My Father?

At this moment, in a dilapidated house on the outskirts, the kidnappers were ending their phone call. One of them turned to Huo Ji'an and asked, "Will your father really bring the money if I say this?"

Huo Ji'an sat dejectedly in the corner, his hands and feet tied. He found the most comfortable position, as this wasn't his first time being a "hostage." Hearing the question, he nodded. "Yes."

Even if his father didn't come, he would certainly send someone with the money. A million yuan was nothing to him. Looking at the kidnappers, he reminded them, "Don't forget what you promised me earlier."

"Of course, of course," one of the kidnappers replied with a sly grin. "We'll split the extra money with you, no problem."

Originally, they only planned to ask for 100,000 yuan, but this kid had suggested a million. Another kidnapper laughed heartily. "Who knew you had a knack for being a middleman?"