Just after Yan Xinxin finished feeding her son milk and sat back on the bed, she suddenly saw a message from an unknown number on her phone.
Yan Xinxin thought it was junk mail, but when she opened it and saw the attached photo, her breath became erratic with a surge of panic.
"Little Yu Yuan…"
Yan Xinxin called softly. Seeing her sleeping son in the photo, she was about to dial the number back when a call came from the same number.
They actually called?
Without thinking, she immediately answered the phone, and a man's voice came through quickly.
"Tell Mo Chuxi to get ready fifty percent of the Di Jue shares under his name, or you can forget about seeing your son again."
"Who are you? Why did you take my son?"
"You'll find out who I am later, but for now, you'd better consider your son's safety and don't keep me waiting too long."
The man on the other end ordered.
