We were at a standstill. One side was the kidnapper who continued to whisper disgusting words into Rong Qi's ears, and the other was us, carefully assessing the situation.
"What do you want?" Avina asked. If it was a ransom, Avina was sure she could afford it.
"I only want my sweet Rong Qi," the man replied. His face was unclear, but his nauseating voice produced enough goosebumps.
Avina took a deep breath. She calmed her racing heart, trying to appear calm. "Are you Mr. Rong?"
Avina could only think of Rong Qi's ex-husband who would ever do something so risky. He was the only one who would have the motive after all.
The man cackled, flipping his head back and forth. Like a crazed maniac, he continued to laugh. "How did you know?"
'Anyone would know.'