"Song Changhe, your son has been kidnapped, and you still have the nerve to sit here!"

"Don't you always brag that under your leadership, no one in Hong Kong dares to mess with the Song family?"

"Now your son has been kidnapped on the street, and you can't even utter a peep!"

"What right do you have to brag to me...?"

Looking at Qin Xuemei, who was acting like a shrew, Song Changhe made no attempt to hide his disgust and said...

"I've already sent people to rescue Wenwu from his kidnapping, so don't throw a tantrum at me!"

Upon seeing the expression on Song Changhe's face, Qin Xuemei immediately spoke with a cold smile.

"Song Changhe, don't think I don't know what you're thinking,"

"Deep down you'd love for the kidnappers to kill the hostage, so you'd have a legitimate reason to put that bastard in the position!"

At this point, a hint of murderous intent flashed across Qin Xuemei's cold face as she continued,

"You don't need to save my son. You should protect your bastard child and make sure he doesn't show his face in public!"

"Otherwise, this kind of accident would have happened to him too!"

After Qin Xuemei finished speaking, she turned around and left without looking back!

As Song Changhe watched Qin Xuemei disappear, a different expression appeared on his usually cold face for the first time!

This slight expression wasn't because Qin Xuemei had seen through his plan, but because the assassin's shot hadn't hit Song Wenwu's head!

After a moment of silence, Song Changhe, his face grim, tapped the ground with his dragon-headed cane.

A few seconds later, Song Changhe's butler came out and said,

"Master, what are your orders?"

"I want to pass on a message to the assassin: I don't want to receive news of a failed mission!"

"Yes, sir!"