Qiao Yin revealed a self-mocking expression. What sort of person does Lu Lingche really like?
Lan Yuyi can't even remember his phone number.
She, however, had engraved that string of numbers into her heart five years ago.
How many times had she sent texts to that number under the veil of midnight dreams, hoping for even just a single word in response? She could feel happy for a very long time from just that.
Regrettably, the deeper one loves, the greater the loss.
She took a deep breath and spat out Lu Lingche's phone number.
The kidnapper dialed the number as instructed and had to wait for a while before the call was finally answered.
"Hello."
"This is President Lu, correct?"
"I am. Who are you?"
"Who I am isn't important. Who I have is."
Lu Lingche clearly paused, then coldly replied, "Is Qiao Yin with you?"
The kidnapper switched to speakerphone, and Qiao Yin was taken aback when she heard Lu Lingche's words. Did he already know she was missing?