For a moment, Nan Song thought he was hallucinating.

"What did you say?"

Her body froze, and the hand holding the phone was almost frozen, "Can you tell me again, are my parents still alive?"

"I don't know whether they are alive or not. Anyway, I didn't kill them."

Qiao Leng's voice was light, "Baby, I came back this time really for you."

He smiled softly, "But I don't want your blood, nor your life, but... you."

Nan Song's heart was beating wildly like a drum, and she couldn't sit still, so she held the handle.

The fact that her parents may still be alive has occupied her ears and brain, making her completely unable to pay attention to other things.

"Please tell me clearly first. My parents' car accident three years ago was not caused by you instigating my second uncle and third uncle to do it? You didn't kill them?!"

Qiao Leng seemed to be mocking, and smiled, "Three years ago, I was still running around, eking out a living. I didn't have that spare time."

"Then..." Nan Song's throat trembled, "could it be Sean and his people who did it?"

The other party's voice paused and then became cold again.

"Sweetheart, I'm talking about something between the two of us, please don't talk about other people, okay?"

Nan Song was angry and anxious, and a fire surged up in her heart. She banged the car window hard, and she was so angry that she cursed.

"I'm fucking talking to you about my parents!!!"

Accompanied by a sharp shout, the car window shattered, and the sound of shattering glass made the driver almost lose his grip on the steering wheel. Gu Heng's eyes widened in shock.

There was no sound in the receiver for a while, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.

After a while, there was a disconnection sound.

When Nan Song called back, it showed that the number was empty.

"Grass!"

She slammed the phone on the seat, but the glass cut her hand, and bright red blood suddenly flowed out.

"Mr. Nan!"

In his desperation, Gu Heng didn't even let the driver stop. He unbuckled his seat belt and stepped from the passenger seat to the back seat. He pushed aside the broken glass and took out the medical kit to disinfect and bandage Nan Song. His heart was pounding.

I was pounding, and I didn't dare to raise my head to look at Nan Song's face.

He has been following her for so long and has never seen her look so ugly.

"Mr. Nan, do you want to call the police?"

Nan Song's whole body seemed to be frozen, and he sat there blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

Just when Gu Heng was about to call 110, Nan Song held his hand and his voice was indescribably hoarse and dry.

"There's no need to fight, it's useless. Don't say there's insufficient evidence now. We can't find his location. Even if there's enough evidence, we may not be able to catch him."

Ten years ago, it was my eldest father and eldest brother who used foreign armed forces to launch a small-scale war and captured Qiao Leng.

But why he is alive until now is still a mystery in Nan Song's heart.

"Give me your phone."

Gu Heng touched the cell phone that Nan Song had thrown on the seat and handed it to Nan Song.

Nan Song's fingers stiffened and she slowly dialed a number. It rang for a while before the call was answered.

She heard Luo Junheng say in English: "Suspend the meeting."

Then, his voice came clearly, "I'm here."

"Brother."

When Nan Song opened his mouth, he choked up and tears fell uncontrollably.

Luo Junheng said: "Speak carefully and don't cry."
Chapter completed!