I don’t know if I was too obvious. If I wanted Huo Tingxiao to pay the 50 million, I didn’t want to give it.

"Tingxiao..."

Chen Yiwei wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Huo Tingxiao indifferently. His handsome facial features looked extremely cold under the bloody sunset, which simply added a touch of extreme desolation to him.

"Who is sure that your name is Tingxiao? Mr. Chen is afraid that he has forgotten his identity!"

Chen Yiwei was even more stunned. Before he could react, he had already hung up the phone. He didn't even mention Xu Youran's kidnapping and called him again. By the time, the phone was turned off.

This made him even more puzzled.

"Ruiqin, did something happen to Youran and Huo Tingxiao?"

Xu Ruiqin is not interested in thinking about what happened between Xu Youran and Huo Tingxiao. She is now determined to rescue Xu Youran, but she cannot let Xu Youran make any mistakes.

"I don't want to ask what happened between them. Chen Yiwei, what you should think about now is to hurry up and let Youran come out quickly. Hurry up, if you wait, Youran will be afraid you will die!"

"Fifty million, let me think about it, why don't we call the police!"

When Xu Ruiqin heard Chen Yiwei say this, her temper suddenly surged, "Do you like money or your daughter? Your daughter is dead now, are you still asking me for money?!"

"Okay, I know, I know, I'll go to the study to make a phone call. I promise, Youran will be fine and will definitely return to us safely!" Chen Yiwei said, then hugged Xu Ruiqin and walked towards the study. ——

At this moment, in the Phoenix Bay Villa, Huo Tingxiao stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window. Looking at the white camellia in the garden outside, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He only knew that Chen Qingqing liked white camellia, but never thought that what she liked was the flower language of white camellia.

How can you underestimate my love!

Indeed, it was him who underestimated Chen Qingqing's love for him, and he did not believe it. No matter what happened, Chen Qingqing would not give up on her.

It was him who let her down on her life's tenderness.

As he said that, he picked up the notebook in his hand again, facing the bloody sunset, looking through the contents in the notebook. Even if it hurts, it will be fine. He can't escape anymore. He wants to know that Qingqing's past five years happened. What's the matter? This is what he owes Qingqing and Ayan.

So he began to look through the contents in the notebook seriously.

Huo Tingxiao flipped through page by page, took out A Yan's photo, and looked at it for a long time. A Yan looked very obedient and likeable.

If Ayan is still there...

If he is still there...

Then it should be about the same age as midsummer now!

What a pity... It's a pity that Ayan is no longer here!

Thinking of this, Huo Tingxiao's entire back became stiff and his vision blurred again.

Another photo in his hand is Qingqing holding Ayan and feeding water to Ayan. Ayan kept smiling while holding the bottle, while Chen Qingqing's smile on her lips is extremely gentle, more than the sunshine. It's even more dazzling.

This is the Chen Qingqing he originally knew!

Instead of being like Shen Qingqing now, she is as silly as an old man, so indifferent that she keeps people from thousands of miles away.

This picture is so beautiful and so warm, so beautiful that Huo Tingxiao's heart began to hurt again, and his whole body began to tremble slowly, as if tears were falling from his eyes—
Chapter completed!