Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 2672 You let my daughter go...

Josnian lowered his head, took out his phone, clicked on Weibo, and swiped the screen with his slender fingers.

He turned out a photo: "Is it her?"

The middle-aged man nodded with certainty: "Yes, yes, it was her. It was daytime when she came, so I could see clearly that it was her. Sir, she gave me a sum of money. Things will always rot in my stomach, I didn't expect that more than a year later, you will find me..."

"Oh? Then after tonight, will you tell others about my business with you? Hmm?"

"No, sir, I won't say it, I can swear it."

"I don't really believe it." Josnian narrowed his eyes.

"Then how can you trust me? What do you want me to do? You said, as long as I can do it, I will keep my promise." The man was very anxious.

"I don't need you to do anything, I won't trust any strangers, I only trust myself." Josnian's face was as shrewd as a fox, "So listen, I've already had someone find out about your daughter The university where I live, the dormitory..."

"Sir, I swear, I will not talk nonsense, you let my daughter go..." The man panicked, and interrupted him before Josnian finished speaking, "I am just such a daughter, she is very obedient , study is good, don't touch her, okay?"

"What I do depends on what you do, understand?" Josnian's sharp eyes fixed on him like knives.

"I understand, I understand, I understand."

"Well, don't let me down."

"Yes, definitely not." The middle-aged man realized that this man was much more terrifying than others.

The air is tense, and the air pressure is very low, making it hard to breathe.

There seems to be an explosive factor in the air, and it can be completely ignited with just a fire.

Josnian didn't speak. He was playing with his mobile phone in his hand. After a while, he put the mobile phone into his trousers pocket.

The rain outside has no intention of stopping, like pots of water pouring down from the sky, there is only a loud "squeak" between the sky and the earth.

Josnian didn't speak, and the middle-aged man didn't dare to speak either.

For a while, the room fell into silence again.

The heart of the middle-aged man was flustered, and kept beating wildly.

After a long time, he tentatively asked: "Sir...do you have any questions? I will know everything."

"I'll let someone send you home. You'd better remember what I just said. What I do depends on what you do."

"Remember, remember." The man nodded hastily, and finally let go of his hanging heart.

Josnian raised his head and gave him a condescending look. His eyes were cold and cold, like frost in winter.

No one spoke again, tense and uneasy elements were everywhere.

Josnian didn't leave immediately either. The cold light in his eyes fell on the middle-aged man's face. He kept looking at him, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

Josnian didn't speak, and the middle-aged man didn't dare to speak.

After a long time, Josnian stood up straight, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and glanced at him indifferently: "Remember your own words."

After that, he turned his head and walked out of the room.

The corridor was still empty, as if there was no end in sight.

Josnian landed on the carpet with steady, low-key steps, with determination in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)