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Chapter 899 - 899 891 scared enough to seek confirmation from Song

Chapter 899: 891, scared enough to seek confirmation from Song Qinghuan Chapter 899: 891, scared enough to seek confirmation from Song Qinghuan But Han Qianqian, who was curled up on the floor, just wouldn’t make a sound, as if she would rather die than utter a single word.

Infuriated, the man yelled into the phone at Shi Annuo, “Han Qianqian is in our hands. If you want to save her life, come alone to the subway entrance in Haicheng District immediately. Someone will meet you there. Remember, tell no one, or you’ll be waiting to collect Han Qianqian’s body.”

Shi Annuo paled with shock, his eyes blood red with fury, “Who are you? Don’t you dare hurt her. If you dare…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when the other party violently hung up the phone.

Suppressing his overwhelming fear, Shi Annuo grabbed his coat and hurried out.

The car sped forward like an arrow released from its bow. Shi Annuo gripped the steering wheel with his right hand while calling Song Qinghuan with his left.

As soon as the call connected, he immediately asked, “Sister-in-law, where is Qianqian?”

Song Qinghuan had just finished feeding the child. While comforting the child, she replied, “She left after you did yesterday. She was pretty sad but seemed to have come to terms with a lot of things. What’s wrong? Did you guys…”

Shi Annuo, his handsome face terrifyingly taut and pale, didn’t tell Song Qinghuan what had happened, simply replying softly,”It’s nothing!”

He ended the call and headed directly to where the man had directed him.

After she hung up, Song Qinghuan received another call.

It was from Si Jianan, whose voice sounded very anxious, as though he was eager to verify something, “Qinghuan, is that you? Qinghuan?”

“Yes, it’s me, of course, it’s me on my phone!” Song Qinghuan thought he sounded a bit strange, just like Shi Annuo earlier.

What’s going on today? Song Qinghuan wondered to herself.

Hearing her voice, Si Jianan seemed to have confirmed something, then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “As long as it’s you.”

Song Qinghuan frowned and asked, “Si Xiangbei, what’s wrong with you?”

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a misty glow on Si Jianan, making his smile appear especially charming and warm.

He gave a slight smile, “I’m fine; I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that some bad people had taken you away, so I had to make sure.”

Of course, that was a lie, and the truth was something he would never tell Song Qinghuan.

And he believed that the man called Shi Yuhuan could protect Song Qinghuan well.

After chatting with Song Qinghuan for a few more minutes, Si Jianan finally hung up and lay back on the bed as if relaxing.

The room he was in was very small, with only a wardrobe and a bed, the bedspread dotted with brown spots, and the entire room filled with an unpleasant odor. There was a bathroom behind the door but no kitchen; the whole place probably didn’t even make up to 20 square meters in total.

After lying down for a while, he stood up, intending to take a shower, but just as he began to undress, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Si Jianan’s eyes narrowed, and at the same moment, a gleaming double-edged dagger was already pressed against the neck of the newcomer, snug against the pulsing blood vessel.

Upon seeing the fresh short hair and handsome, beautiful face of the visitor, he withdrew his dagger and asked with a cold gaze, “Linghu, how did you know I was here?”

Linghu smiled faintly, “As long as I want to know, I will always find out!”

Si Jianan smirked coldly, with a hint of sarcasm, “Right, I forgot, you are the young lady of the Linghu family.”