Beep!
A soft sound rang out!
The card was swiped successfully!
The bald man looked at the two million yuan that was quickly transferred to his account, and his big golden teeth glowed in his mouth. His whole face was full of smiles.
"Can you let my dad go now?" Qiu Ziqian asked.
"Alright," the bald man replied casually.
Then, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Send over the person who was detained yesterday."
After that, he hung up the phone.
Not long after, two fierce-looking men with tattoos all over their bodies carried a middle-aged man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and slowly walked over.
When Qiu Ziqian saw this, her eyes turned red, and crystal tears fell like rain.
"Dad!" Qiu Ziqian's voice was hoarse.
"Zi... Ziqian..." Qiu You raised his head with difficulty and said weakly.
Obviously, he had been tortured for the past two days.