An Ziqi looked up in confusion, gazing at the LCD screen.
On the screen, she saw Xiao Yining tied to a chair, with a belt of bombs wrapped around his waist.
His small head hung lifelessly, as if devoid of any vitality.
An Ziqi suddenly felt darkness before her eyes, stumbling back two steps, before collapsing onto the ground.
After a while, her vision gradually returned, and she looked back at the screen, only to find nothing there.
If not for the faint blue glow on the screen, she would have thought what she saw was just an illusion.
"Ningning, Ningning."
An Ziqi rushed in front of the LCD screen, banging on it, but there was no display anymore.
From start to finish, the other side did not appear, nor did they make any demands.
This was clearly a silent threat, a form of intimidation.
The only ones in Capital City who would target Ningning now are them.
With this thought, she hurriedly took out her phone and called Xiao Moli.
