Situ Xin's voice message had just been sent when, in less than three seconds, Fu Sitian made a call.
Flaunting his phone to Uncle An, Situ Xin had an "I knew he would be scared" look, and then slowly answered the call.
If before Situ Xin's request for help in finding his daughter and granddaughter was in a humble tone, now, Situ Xin had turned the tables, singing his own tune as the one in charge.
The fact that Fu Sitian called him back in such a short period of time proved that he cared about his marital relationship with Linlin.
It was easier to grasp something when it was valued.
Thinking this, Situ Xin cleared his throat, adopting the tone of someone with the upper hand, and started to give orders, "Tell me everything about your time with my Linlin right now, otherwise, I won't let you off the hook!"
How dared Fu Sitian speak up on the other end of the phone? He frowned unhappily, his irritation churning in his throat, but he could only swallow it down forcibly.