"Haha." Li Yifei smiled faintly. These people didn't know what he meant to laugh. Just as they were about to speak, they saw Li Yifei's face change and said, "Take out your cell phone and call your family."

"Ah?" Song Qingshu was stunned for a long time. After reacting, he quickly took out his cell phone. He didn't know whether Li Yifei's purpose was to blackmail or to find his parents, but in short, he had to make this call.

The phone was answered quickly, and it was Song Qingshu's father who was called Song Zhenye. He was a real estate developer in Ningcheng. He was even planning to go public recently. At this time, Song Zhenye just finished drinking and went home. When he received a call from his son, Song Zhenye smiled. He was old and was very spoiled for his son. He would give him money as long as he wanted. He would give him money and trouble.

Song Zhenye’s idea is that children will always mature. It’s nothing wrong to be arrogant when they are young. When they reach a certain age, they will be fine.

Of course, his idea is a bit simple. Some people may not mature in their entire lives, and some may cheat.

If it were normal, Song Qingshu would call Comrade Song as soon as he called him, which sounded a little disrespectful to his father. However, Song Zhenye thought that this was a name that the father and son were closer together, but today he didn't have this voice. A harsh voice came from the other side of the phone. Song Zhenye immediately thought wrongly. He thought that he once called the child, but Song Qingshu was on the bed with a woman, and he actually answered the phone at that time. Song Zhenye later scolded his son, but unfortunately Song Qingshu didn't care.

Could it be that this time it was there again? Song Zhenye was about to hang up the phone. Song Qingshu's voice came from the phone. His voice even changed tone and shouted: "Dad, are you dad?"

"It's me, what's wrong with you?" Song Zhenye was a little shocked when he heard his son's voice was wrong and asked hurriedly.

"I..." Song Qingshu looked at Li Yifei, and Li Yifei stretched out his hand. Song Qingshu hurriedly handed the phone to him. Li Yifei picked up the phone and put it in his ear, and said lightly: "Are you Song Qingshu's father?"

He was naturally speaking in Chinese. Song Zhenye was stunned for a moment and said a few seconds later: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am. I'll ask if you are Song Qingshu's father!"

"I...I am, may I ask you? What's wrong with Qingshu?" Song Zhenye frowned.

"What's wrong with him? Let him tell you later, I want to know what your name is now?" Li Yifei asked!

"I am Song Zhenye!" Song Zhenye said with a little louder voice. He had realized something had happened, and then said: "You ask Song Qingshu to answer the phone, I want to know what happened."

His son is abroad and can't come back several times a year. Song Zhenye is worried that he will cause trouble there, but the other party is a Chinese, so Song Zhenye is not sure.

Li Yifei was thinking about the name Song Zhenye, which was so familiar that he had never heard of it. He was just worried that the other party was from the Song family and that Song Zude was dead, but Li Yifei did not kill the Song family. If Song Zhenye, Song Qingshu and his son were from the Song family this time, Li Yifei would have to be ruthless. After all, he is not a person who is a child.

This is why Li Yifei persistently asked Song Zhenye’s name.

"Song Zhenye, right? Your son has caused you a lot of trouble this time, haha." Li Yifei sneered and handed the phone to Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu looked sobbing, and then Li Yifei said, "Tell your dad the whole thing."

Song Qingshu dared not hide it. If he didn't understand at this moment that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a man like a god of killing, he would really deserve to die. Seeing that the other party had no intention of killing him, Song Qingshu hurriedly repeated the matter with Song Zhenye in its original form.

When Song Zhenye heard this, he was confused at that time. He was not surprised that his son did such a thing in a foreign country. This child was just brave... But he provoked a Chinese man, and the other party was so... so fierce? He faced a bunch of black people alone and even scared everyone. Now his son was being pushed to his head with a gun. Even though Song Zhenye had seen strong storms, he didn't know what to do now.

"Dad, save me. I don't want to die!" Song Qingshu finally broke down and cried to the phone. This shout made Song Zhenye unable to control himself. His hands were shaking and his drinking was sober. He forced himself to calm down. Song Zhenye said to the phone: "Give the phone to that gentleman, I'll talk to him, you... shut up!"

In the end, Song Zhenye yelled and woke up his wife in the bedroom. He came out in his pajamas and asked him what was wrong and why he was so angry. Song Zhenye did not explain and signaled his wife to shut up. When the call returned to Li Yifei's hand, Song Zhenye tried his best to stabilize his emotions and said politely: "Sir, you... Song Qingshu did something wrong. Please let him go for the sake of his compatriots. I, a father, are willing to bear anything."

"Haha, you take it? Can you bear it?" Li Yifei said disdainfully.

"This... you can just ask if you have any requests. I promise to do it." In order to save his son, Song Zhenye didn't care about anything else. Even if Li Yifei made some excessive requests, he probably would do it as well.

"What's your relationship with the Song family?" Li Yifei asked.

"Song family? Which Song family?" Song Zhenye was stunned and asked.

"Song family of Song Zude." Li Yifei said.

"Song Zude? Are you talking about the Song family among the ten major families?" Song Zhenye asked hurriedly when he heard this.

"Um."

Wait, how did the mysterious man on the phone know the Song family? A flash of inspiration flashed through Song Zhenye's head and then asked: "You... are also from Ningsheng?"

"You haven't answered my question yet, my patience is limited." Li Yifei said quietly.

"It doesn't matter, I have absolutely nothing to do with them. Although my surname is Song, I am just a small businessman... The Song family doesn't like it either. They are all more senior people who are close friends." Song Zhenye hurriedly explained.

Oh, it's not from the Song family, Li Yifei's brows stretched out. If it were Song Zude's family, Li Yifei would definitely have solved Song Qingshu today and would have solved his father after returning to China.

Fortunately, Li Yifei's resentment towards Song Zude is not that severe.

Song Qingshu couldn't hear the sound on the phone. He cried and looked up at Li Yifei. At this moment, he had long forgotten any beauty. If he could survive today, his ancestors burned incense.

"How do you know the Song family? Otherwise..." Song Zhenye asked tentatively.

"Okay, death penalty can be avoided, and life penalty cannot be escaped." Li Yifei said impatiently. After hanging up the phone, Song Qingshu felt relieved, and then he skipped a beat again. He didn't have to die, but if he broke his arm and legs, he would be useless in this life.

Song Zhenye listened to the busy voice on the phone, and he didn't dare to call back. Although he really wanted to call the phone back, that would annoy the other party, and his son would be in danger.

Wait, did I miss something? Song Zhenye patted his head and calmed himself down. Since the other party knew it was Song Zude, was he from Ning Sheng? This is also very likely...

Song Zhenye's body was shocked. He thought of a name, but he was not sure, so he hurriedly opened the phone and found a number to call it out.

Naturally, it is impossible to call Li Yifei. He and Li Yifei have no friendship. He called Song Zhentao. The two are cousins, Song Zhenye is the cousin, and Song Zhentao is ten years younger than him. The two families also have contacts, and they are both official and businessmen, so they usually have contacts.

After the phone rang for a while, Song Zhentao answered it. He knew it was his cousin, so Song Zhentao's tone was pretty good and asked, "Cousin, is there anything wrong with calling so late?"

"Zhentao, I do have something to do." Song Zhenye said directly: "My incompetent son has caused trouble abroad."

"Come on trouble? What's the matter?" Song Zhentao was also stunned, waved his hand to the person next to her, signaling her not to speak, then walked to the window and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Zhenye told the matter and heard that Song Qingshu had hired someone to buy a murderer abroad and was a strong woman in the street. Song Zhentao hummed heavily. His official power was quite powerful, after all, he was the secretary who was the main force of the party.

"Zhentao, I will deal with this kid when he comes back, but the problem now is to keep him safe. I am just such a son. If I die abroad, I will..." Song Zhenye asked.

When his wife heard that her son was dead and alive, she also knew what happened. She flipped her eyes and fell to the ground. Song Zhenye didn't bother to look at her, but waited for Song Zhentao's reply.

"After you say this, it's very likely that it's Li Yifei." Song Zhentao sighed, reached out to rub his eyebrows, and said, "I'll try it out if it's Li Yifei. My relationship with him is pretty good, but I can't guarantee that if it's him, my words may not be effective. You know, Li Yifei is now a detached existence."

"Hey, OK, Zhentao, you call first, I'm afraid it's too late... I'll wait for your news here. If it's Li Yifei, Qingshu will still have hope of living." Song Zhenye did not dare to delay too much, and hung up the phone. After the phone hung up, he had time to see his wife. He found that she was unconscious. Song Zhenye quickly pinched the person and... slapped his mouth, and woke his wife up, covered her painful face, and cried out, grabbed Song Zhenye's hand and shouted: "Old Song, you must save the child. You can't let him die abroad, otherwise..."
Chapter completed!