"Boss, do you think this girl's mom will call the cops?" In the abandoned factory where Xu Yingying, that little devil, was held, a bald thug who had personally grabbed her from the Mercedes SUV and brought her here, inquired anxiously as he finished his cigarette and moved closer to the smoking Xu Kun.
"Don't worry. I know my sister-in-law very well. To her, my niece is her life. As long as she is given a way to buy her daughter back with money, she definitely won't call the police!"
As his words fell, Xu Kun casually patted the bald thug's shoulder, offering some reassurance, "Trust me, I haven't lived enough yet. If I didn't have complete confidence, I would never take this kind of risk."