"Don't call the police, your daughter is in my hands. Hurry up and prepare five million yuan. Have Su Jian bring the money to the abandoned warehouse in the west side of the city by noon tomorrow to redeem her, or else be ready to collect your daughter's corpse. If you want your daughter to be safe, don't pull any tricks."
Upon reading the message, Su Jian's eyebrows knotted tightly together.
Xu Zhiman, however, managed to stay calm, "Let's get in the car and talk."
Their car was parked in the police station's courtyard. Once the two of them got in, Xu Zhiman finally couldn't hold back her tears, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her sobs.
As Su Jian turned the steering wheel making a U-turn, she spoke solemnly and calmly, "Auntie, I think we should still tell the police about this. We don't even know how many kidnappers there are; it's too dangerous."