"Ten million!" Qiao Yonghui's eyes bulged. Ten million was an astronomical sum for him now!
"Think that's not enough? Make it twenty million!"
"No, no, no, it's too much..." Qiao Yonghui gritted his teeth and finally told the truth, "I have a little over three million, I'll give it all to you..."
"No way, that's too little! Not one hair less than ten million!"
"But I can't afford that much..."
"Oh!" Lin Huan's brows rose wickedly, "If your daughter's photos were to be posted on international websites..."
That would ruin everything!
Qiao Yonghui was both angry and scared, his face turning pale.
"No, no, no..."
"Make the call now!"
Qiao Yonghui hesitated for a moment, then shakily dialed Song Jia's number.
It was still Qiao Jiaying who answered. As soon as Lin Huan saw the call connected, he snatched the phone away: "Qiao Jiaying, did you forget my warning? Enjoying playing missing, are we?"