Time passed by, and there was no news about the kidnapper, nor about Tang Hexiang. Su Mingming wanted to express himself, and after brewing for a long time, not a single word came out.
She stared at Su Jian angrily, suspecting that she was behind it.
"You can still drink tea?"
Su Jian looked at her unexpectedly, "Can't you drink some water?"
"Did you kidnap my godmother?"
"Haha! Sister Mingming, are you confused? How can I kidnap Mr. Tang?"
"Who else could do such an immoral thing except you?"
"Sister Mingming, I don't want to quarrel with you at this time. To slander me, you need to provide evidence."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jingzhi ran in quickly from outside.
"Mr. Feng, letter!"
The second blackmail letter accused Feng Yuanjun of not sending money, and if he didn't see the money at ten o'clock, he would kill the fat woman directly.
There's still one hour and twenty minutes until ten o'clock.
"Mr. Feng, I think we should call the police!"
"Su Jian, stop pretending to be a good person here, you must have hidden my godmother."
"Sister Mingming, look at you, yesterday I thought you had grown up, but who knew that after a night's sleep, you would be back to your original shape again."
"I've been sitting here, right under your nose. If I were a kidnapper, how could I deliver the message?"
"You have an accomplice."
"If you want to accuse someone, why bother?"
She stood up and said to Feng Yuanjun, "Mr. Feng, everyone has self-respect when Sister Ming slanders me like this. I will not bear the blame."
"Originally it's not a good idea to say goodbye at this time, but I don't want to be pointed at and scolded. Justice is in the heart of the people. I hope Mr. Tang can come back safely."
"Hey, Xiao Jian, don't leave yet. You're obviously worried about her godmother, so you're just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."
Feng Yuanjun never scolded Su Mingming, which showed that he was also suspicious of Su Jian.
This old fox is hard to deceive, so let’s add some more spooky stuff.
At ten o'clock, Su Jian's cell phone rang.
"Oh, little uncle, I'm at Mr. Feng's house. I'll tell you the location. Come and pick me up."
After waiting for more than an hour, there was no news about the kidnappers, and Feng Yuanjun became an ant on the hot pot.
People who come to report to him come and go. The capital is so big, finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Chen Jingzhi glanced at Su Jian in the room opposite.
"Mr. Feng, Miss Su is leaving."
"It can't be her. That bumpkin can't apply for a foreign account. She didn't kidnap Hexiang."
There was a lot of information on the table, and he used his contacts to find out that the account provided by the kidnapper had been opened more than ten years ago.
How old was she then? She was still a little kid peeing and playing in the mud in the countryside.
Still worried, Feng Yuanjun asked someone to follow Su Jian secretly.
Zheng Zhi's car was parked at the entrance of the alley.
"Xiao Jian, I'll take you to the station to buy a ticket, and pick up my sister-in-law by the way."
"Auntie is here so soon?"
Zheng Zhi smiled bitterly, "I'll tell you on the way."
Through the rearview mirror, Su Jian glanced at the Feng family behind her, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
She got up in the middle of the night, went to the garbage dump, found Zhang Runming, handed him the blackmail letter, told him the plan again, and returned to Feng's house.
"Don't call me at ten o'clock. Change the time to three o'clock. I will let you know what to do next."
Zheng Zhi's call was timely, and now Feng Yuanjun would no longer doubt her. However, this man was very suspicious and he would not give up easily.
It would be easy to kill Tang Hexiang with supernatural powers, but she couldn't do that. The rules were backlash, so it would be fine to give her some punishment.
The greatest joy of revenge is a little torture. Killing someone with a blunt knife is more terrifying than killing one's heart!
"Uncle, you didn't sleep last night, okay? I'll drive the car."