The breath at the other end of the phone suddenly became heavier, and then came the man's cold and ruthless voice, "Mi Yao, if you die, then your father will be worthless. I'll make sure he goes down to join you!"
Mi Yao's eyes brimmed with tears that were already swirling around. She had never been kidnapped before, she was scared, and perhaps she wouldn't see tomorrow. This phone call might be her final words; all she was worried about was her father.
Why was he being so cruel, threatening her now?
"Feng Yueming…"
"Mi Yao, I accept the words you said before!"
"What?"
"Starting now, let's try to trust each other. Don't be scared. Trust me, I will find you and keep you safe!"
Mi Yao's heart trembled, and hot tears fell unsuspectingly. Was he serious?
He began to trust her.
And she could trust him!
It was the second time that, when she was feeling lonely and desperate, he stood by her side.