Wen Yiming came out from Fu's Group Building, and when he got into the car, he felt somewhat dazed.
There was a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what felt strange. Wen Yiming drove out of the underground parking lot, glanced back at the towering Fu's Group Building, feeling as though a shadow hanging over his head was about to descend oppressively.
Rushing back to the office, Wen Yiming picked up the phone to notify the finance department, "Transfer thirty million to the account I sent you. Yes, immediately, right now."
A few minutes after Wen Yiming hung up the phone, Wen Yizhong came rushing in with urgency on his face.
"Brother, is there a kidnapper who abducted Xiao Ya and is extorting ransom from you?"
Thirty million, just thinking about it made Wen Yizhong's teeth ache.
Seeing Wen Yiming shake his head, Wen Yizhong was puzzled, and then thinking that Wen Yiming had gone to see Fu Mingyu, his eyes widened in surprise, "To Mr. Long?"
