"Oh? Let's hear it," the chubby man grew interested.
"I'll stay as your hostage, and you let her go," Wen Zao pointed to the little Xixi in his arms.
The chubby man laughed. So young, yet already knows how to cherish the fairer sex? Indeed, it resembles his father's boldness back then, nearly risking his life for a woman.
However—the chubby man was not impressed.
"One is Ye Che's daughter, the other is Wen Qiyang's son. With the two of you in my hands, won't I have a better advantage?"
Wen Zao nodded without denial, "On the surface, yes, but you must know that Xixi is only three years old, timid and unaware. She will cry and cause a scene all the way, easily drawing the police's attention."
"If the police corner you, and some fool among you accidentally hurts Xixi, and Ye Che finds out, not only will you fail your purpose, but I believe he'll tear you to pieces no matter where you run, and so will I!"
The chubby man twisted his brows, seemingly pondering.