Han Ling had just dialed 110, and Ling Yiyong's cell phone rang before he could make a call.
All eyes fell on him in unison.
Looking at the unfamiliar number that jumped on the phone, it was the same as the MMS number just now, Ling Yiyong's face sank, and he connected the phone. Before he could make a sound, a familiar male voice came from the other side.
"Hello, Mr. Ling."
Ling Yiyong narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Lin Zehai!"
"Hehe, Boss Ling really has a good memory. Is Boss Ling still satisfied with the photos I posted just now?"
He turned on the hands-free, Han Ling felt as if struck by lightning when she heard this, it was Lin Zehai, how could it be him.
Xia Chunlin's face changed, and he looked at Han Ling almost to death, as if she was responsible for the incident, as if she had kidnapped the two sons of the Ling family.
Mr. Ling's complexion is also very bad, looking at Han Ling's eyes almost spit fire!
Misfortune to the family, misfortune to the family! ! !
How could you marry such a woman!
"what do you want."
"Hehe, Mr. Ling, I have a bad temper and I don't like dealing with the police. If you let me know that you call the police, don't blame me for being cruel!"
As soon as this remark came out, Han Ling was so frightened that she deleted the number immediately, not daring to call the police again.
Seeing her movements, Ling Yiyong said in a deep voice, "We didn't call the police."
"There is no best, otherwise, I really can't guarantee whether Young Master Ling will live to see the sun tomorrow."
Hearing this, Han Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed over, grabbed Ling Yiyong's hand and put it to her mouth, "Zehai, don't hurt Xiaofeng, please don't hurt Xiaofeng, please..."
As she spoke, she was already sobbing.
There was silence on the phone.
In the huge villa, there is only Han Ling's suppressed crying, don't hurt my son, don't...
Ling Yiyong's heart ached, he stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and continued to negotiate on the phone, "Lin Zehai, you have worked in Ling's for so many years, and I think I treat you kindly, why did you do this?"
"Treat me well?" There was a burst of sarcastic laughter from the other side, "I will come to this point because your precious son forced me to do so!"
"What do you mean."
"Hehe, what do you mean..."
"What on earth do you want!" Before Lin Zehai could finish speaking, Xia Chunlin rushed forward and spoke sternly into the phone.
"What do I want? Prepare 100 million US dollars, and I will call you again in an hour. Remember, don't call the police, I can do anything now! Beep...beep...beep..."
When the phone was disconnected, Xia Chunlin quickly grabbed Ling Yiyong's hand, "Get ready for the money and give him the money, or he will kill Xiaojiang."
100 million US dollars is not a small amount, Ling Yiyong immediately called the company's finance and began to transfer the company's working capital.
Mr. Ling sat aside, pointing at Han Ling angrily, "Sangmen Xing, Sangmen Xing!"
Xia Chunlin was also full of accusations, "Sister, how can I be sorry for you? Why did you treat our mother and son like this? If you want the property of the Ling family, just say it directly. We will not fight with you. Xiaojiang is innocent. .”
Han Ling just felt ironic, why did everyone blame her for this incident? Did she instruct Lin Zehai to do this? Did she let someone tie up her son
Her son also had an accident, and she was also a victim, why no one pities her.
Is it because she brought Lin Zehai to the company, so all of this is her fault.
When Ling Yiyong came back from the phone call, his already bad face darkened even more when he heard these accusations, "What did you accuse A Ling of? She didn't do it."