A Different Husband Every Day

"Sun Zhuo." Rong Fan's voice was low, and these two words seemed to be light and windy.

"Hahahahaha, Shao Rong still remembers me. I am really flattered." Sun Zhuo smiled for a while, his tone suddenly cold, "I'm not dead, isn't Rong Shao surprised?"

"A bit." Rong Fan was still cold.

It seemed that his attitude angered Sun Zhuo, and Sun Zhuo let out a soft voice, "Rong Shao is still the Rong Shao, who never puts us in the eyes. Why don't you let Rong Shao hear who this is?"

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

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

Xia Ran covered her mouth now, tears slipping down instantly.

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

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

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

Xia Ran almost fainted from crying, and Rong Fan strongly embraced her in his arms.

Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo looked at each other. Rong Shu is only four years old, but his undaunted intelligence is vividly manifested. Ordinary children have long been scared to Liushenwuzhu. If the kidnappers handed the phone and said that it was his parents, he would immediately Flew over and grabbed the phone, crying for help.

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

For a four-year-old child, Li Weiyin really hopes that he thinks too much. If Rong Shu is an ordinary bluffing and fearless character, perhaps Li Weiyin would not think too much.

"be honest……"

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

As he said, Rong Fan let go of a recording on his phone, which was an old coughing sound: "Tickets..."

This person should have had a lung disease. After a long cough, he said vaguely: "Rong Shao... Titicaca... Please... Titicaca... Give me a good time..."

He coughed very painfully, as if he was about to cough up all his lungs, every word was difficult and weak, and he seemed to be shaken by the cough.

"Impossible!" Sun Zhuo lived up to his talents and seemed very excited, "I want to meet people, give me a video!"

"Sun Zhuo, I have repeatedly verified every corpse in the Sun family. I know that you have escaped and that you will definitely come back to find me. How can I not leave myself a little bit of help?" Rong Fan turned off the recording, calmly Calm, "My son is fine, and your Lao Tzu will naturally be fine. If my son has three lengths and two shortcomings, your Lao Tzu, including you and all of you, must be buried."

"Don't try to lie to me!" Sun Zhuo yelled in disbelief, but did not dare to hang up.

"Believe it or not, I want my son, and I can pay you back." Rong Fan began to negotiate terms.

"You can talk so easily?" Sun Zhuo sneered, "I don't believe my father is still alive..."

"Don't play with me, Sun Tao is in my hands to guard against you, and has no value at all." Rong Fan interrupted him, "I don't like and disdain those things from your Sun family, but you really need them."