Distress call
Yan Zhong had made himself very clear. It was also the best solution.
He could adopt Su Xiaomeng as his daughter. From then on, Su Xiaomeng would be a member of the Yan family.
But Yan Fei absolutely could not have a mother-daughter relationship with her in name.
How could Yan Fei possibly listen? She only clawed and tugged at Yan Zhong.
"Give my daughter back! Give her back!"
Riiip—
She even tore his clothes apart.
Yan Fei was utterly enraged. He directly took off the clothes she had been tugging on and cursed, "You're like a stupid pig—completely unreasonable!"
"Think it through yourself. This isn't a discussion. It's a notification!"
"If you push me too far, I can't guarantee that little bastard daughter of yours will stay safe!"
With that, he strode straight out.
Bang!
The door shut tight, and it was locked from the outside!
Only Yan Fei remained in the room, looking like a madwoman, her hair disheveled.
She cried without stopping, her heart twisting like a knife.
"Ziming, where are you? Where are you?!"
"Our daughter was taken away by that bastard! Come back quickly, come back quickly! Sob, sob, sob..."
Yan Fei collapsed to the floor, throwing herself onto the carpet and weeping.
Her heart was filled with helplessness.
But as she cried, she suddenly heard a message notification.
The sound stunned her.
There were no electronic devices in the room. They had all been taken away long ago.
There was simply no way for her to contact the outside world.
Why was there a notification sound?
Her gaze fell upon the clothes Yan Zhong had torn open during her struggle.
Thinking of something, she hurriedly crawled over and grabbed the clothes.
Sure enough, after feeling around—there was a phone!
Yan Zhong's phone