When Gu Qiaoqiao picked up the phone, her face suddenly turned serious. On the other end, the sound of a girl's cries was clearly heard, followed by a muffled, deliberately lowered male voice, "Gu Qiaoqiao, Ying Xue is in my hands. I order you to come to a place immediately. If you're late, your classmate will suffer because of you, Gu Qiaoqiao, haha..."
It was a lewd and arrogant laugh.
"Where to?" Gu Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and asked.
"First, let me warn you, if you dare to call the police, your classmate will never see tomorrow's sun. Gu Qiaoqiao, don't think I'm bluffing. I have a thousand ways to make Ying Xue disappear forever, ones the police won't find. Don't play games with me, don't tell anyone, and definitely don't call the police..."
