Zhang Yingzi smiled faintly and said slowly to Lin Tingfeng, "But I have enough. I'm not interested in your shares for the time being. You can ask other interested people."

Anyone else interested? Who else? Who in this world could easily come up with 80 million?

Lin Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and said to Zhang Yingzi, "There are only a few people in S City who can afford the shares I hold, and you are the best candidate."

"I'm sorry, I'm really not interested." Zhang Yingzi shook her head and continued working.

After being coldly rejected, Lin Tingfeng's face darkened, and the veins on his neck bulged. He had come with anger in his heart; Xiaoyue's kidnapping was definitely related to this woman! But he didn't say it because words alone wouldn't suffice, and gathering evidence would take time. He wasn't concerned about that now; his most important task was to ensure Xiaoyu's safety.

That's why he acted as if nothing had happened, approached Zhang Yingzi, and gently offered to sell the stocks to her at a very low price.

Unexpectedly, he was rejected by the woman.

What on earth is this woman up to?! He thought coldly, "Didn't you want the shares I have? I've given them to you now, just as you wished. Why are you putting on airs again? What exactly do you want?"

Lin Tingfeng's temples throbbed, and his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists.

Sensing that Lin Tingfeng hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhang Yingzi looked up and asked him, "Is there anything else?" She was already trying to shoo him away.

Lin Tingfeng had no choice but to stand up. He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around, his eyes blazing with anger, veins bulging on his forehead. He questioned Zhang Yingzi, "Did you kidnap Xiaoyu?" His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Zhang Yingzi was surprised again and asked him, "Who is Xiaoyu?"