Hurt like hell.

"What? Who are you? How am I supposed to believe that you have him?" Xiao Xing asked when all he could do was listen to what that person was saying.

"Smart! As expected from you, sugar." The man's husky voice felt familiar to Xiao Xing but he couldn't remember who it was. "I have sent his picture on your phone. Check it and believe it."

As he heard the ding sound on his phone he took it away from his ear and looked at his WeChat messages. A photograph of Mo Jin tied in the iron chain to the headboard of the bed came in front of his eyes and made him tremble in fear.

"Why? Just tell me how much money you want. You will get everything you want. What do you want?"

"You." The answer came sharply from another side.

"What?"

"You haven't heard me correctly. I want you, Tu Baobao." As he said it, suddenly a handsome face came into his mind, remembering the night.