Han Ling had just pressed 110, and before he could get out, Ling Yiyong's cell phone rang.
Everyone's eyes fell on him.
Looking at the unfamiliar number jumping on the phone, it was the same as the color signal code just now. Ling Yiyong's face sank as water. He connected the phone. Before he said anything, a familiar male voice came over there.
"Hello, President Ling."
Ling Yiyong narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Lin Zehai!"
"Hehe, Mr. Ling is really memorable, is Mr. Ling satisfied with the photos I just posted."
He turned on the hands-free, and Han Ling heard this, it was Lin Zehai who was struck by lightning.
Xia Chunlin's expression changed, and the look in Han Ling's eyes almost cut her out, as if she had caused the incident and she kidnapped the two sons of the Ling family.
Old man Ling's face was also very bad, and the look in Han Ling's eyes almost breathed fire!
Family is unfortunate, family is unfortunate! ! !
How could you marry such a woman!
"what do you want."
"Hehe, Mr. Ling, I am a person with 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 she said this, Han Ling immediately deleted her number in fright and dared not call the police again.
When Ling Yiyong saw her movements, he said in a deep voice, "We didn't call the police."
"There is no best, otherwise I can't guarantee that Young Master will live to see the sun tomorrow."
Hearing this, Han Ling finally couldn't help it, and rushed forward, holding Ling Yiyong's hand to her mouth, "Zehai, don't hurt Xiaofeng, please don't hurt Xiaofeng, please..."
She was sobbing as she spoke.
There was silence on the phone.
In the huge villa, there is only Han Ling's depressed cry, don't hurt my son, don't...
Ling Yiyong was in great distress. He stretched out his arm and hugged her into his arms, and continued to negotiate on the phone, "Lin Zehai, you have worked in Ling's for so many years, I think I treat you not badly, why do you do this."
"Treat me not thin?" There was a sarcasm of laughter over there, "I will come this far, and I will be forced by your baby son!"
"What do you mean."
"Hehe, what do you mean..."
"What on earth do you want!" Lin Zehai said before he finished speaking, Xia Chunlin rushed forward and spoke harshly to the phone.
"What do I want? Prepare 100 million dollars. I will call you again in an hour. Remember, don't call the police, I can do everything now! Du...du...du..."
The phone was disconnected, and Xia Chunlin quickly took Ling Yiyong's hand, "Hurry up and prepare money, give him money, or he will kill Xiaojiang."
One hundred million US dollars is not a small amount. Ling Yiyong immediately called the company's finance and began to use the company's working capital.
Elder Ling sat aside, pointing at Han Ling angrily, "Sangmen star, Sangmen star!"
Xia Chunlin was also full of accusations, "Big sister, where am I sorry for you? Why do you treat us mother and child like this? If you want the property of the family, just say it directly. We will not fight with you. Xiaojiang is innocent. ."
Han Ling only felt ironic, why everyone blamed her on this matter, did she instruct Lin Zehai to do this? Did she let her son be tied up?
Her son also had an accident, and she was also a victim, why no one pityed her.
Is it because she brought Lin Zehai to the company, so all of this is her fault?
Ling Yiyong returned from the phone call, and when he heard these accusations, his unhappy face became even more serious. "You blamed A Ling for what she did, but she didn't do it."