"Hey Fan, help me, please." Bei Xiaolin cried and begged.
"Bei Xiaolin, what are you doing again? Do you think I will believe you?" At this time, the leader grabbed the phone and turned on the hands-free. "Leng Fan, if you don't want your wife to die here, let my brother go. Otherwise."
"Humph, then don't think about it. I don't care about that woman at all. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me. Please tell her if you have trouble. Bei Xiaolin, you should have died long ago. If it weren't for you, Wang Mei and I would not be separated, and she would not become a vegetative state. "Lie there for the rest of your life. So, do you think I will save you?" Leng Fan said viciously, and Bei Xiaolin felt like someone was stabbing her heart with a needle. She was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe, and her clothes were wet with tears.
"Tmd, Leng Fan, you are a devil, you can even ignore your own wife." The leader roared angrily.
"By the way, where is your good father squatting in prison now? If you can come out alive, go to the prison and take a good look at him!" After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone.