"Sun Zhuo." Rong Fan's voice was low, and these two words were spoken as if they were light and light.

"Hahahahaha, Mr. Rong still remembers me, which really shocks me." Sun Zhuo smiled for an unknown moment, and his tone suddenly became cold, "I am not dead, isn't Mr. Rong very surprised?"

"A little." Rong Fan was still very cold.

It seemed that his attitude angered Sun Zhuo, and Sun Zhuo chuckled: "Mr. Rong is still the same Young Master Rong. He never takes us seriously. Why not let Mr. Rong listen to who this is?"

"Let me go, let me go, you bad guys!"

It was Rong Shu's crisp and tender voice coming from the phone.

Xia Ran covered her mouth immediately, and tears instantly slid down.

"You bad guys! Bad guys!" Rong Shu was still cursing loudly.

"Your father is here, beg him to save you." Sun Zhuo handed the phone to Rong Shu.

With a "bang", Rong Shu's angrily voice sounded after the sound of the phone falling down: "I don't believe it. You are all bad people, you are all bad people, I don't believe you!"

Xia Ran almost fainted when she cried, but Rong Fan forced her into her arms.

Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo looked at each other. Rong Shu was only four years old, but his fearless intelligence was fully reflected. Ordinary children would have been scared to death. If the kidnapper handed over the phone and said it was his parents, they would be afraid that they would immediately jump over and grab the phone and cry for help.

Rong Shu knew that the other end of the phone must be his father, but he didn't want to cooperate with Sun Zhuo, nor did he want Rong Fan and Xia Ran to worry, or compromise with the bad guys for him.

A four-year-old child, Li Weiyin really hopes that she is thinking too much. If Rong Shu is ordinary, she will be a person who is not afraid of heaven or earth, perhaps Li Weiyin will not think too much.

“Be honest…”

Hearing a fierce voice from the other end of the phone, a cold light flashed in Rong Fan's eyes: "Sun Zhuo, it's a coincidence. I also have a voice for you to listen to."

As he said that, Rong Fan let go of a recording on his phone, which was an old cough: "Ticticaca..."

This person should have a lung disease. After coughing for a long time, he said vaguely: "Mr. Rong... Titicaca... Please... Titicaca... Give me some pleasure..."

He coughed in great pain, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and every word was difficult and weak, as if he was about to be shaken amid the cough.

"Impossible!" Sun Zhuo was not disappointed with his confidence in winning just now, and seemed very excited, "I want to meet someone and give me a video!"

"Sun Zhuo, I have repeatedly verified every body of the Sun family. I know you have escaped and I know you will definitely come back to find me. How can I not leave some back-up for myself?" Rong Fan turned off the recording and calmly said, "My son is safe, and you will naturally be safe. If my son has many shortcomings, you, including you and all of you, will have to be buried with you."

"Don't think of lying to me!" Sun Zhuo yelled in disbelief, but he didn't dare to hang up the phone.

"Believe it or not, I want my son, and I can return you to you if I live or not." Rong Fan began to discuss the conditions.

"You're so easy to talk to?" Sun Zhuo sneered, "I don't believe my dad is still alive..."
Chapter completed!