Feng Qian repeated Xia Xinyu's demands, word by word.
Darkness churned in He Jingyao's eyes, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly—he was evidently furious to the extreme!
"Sir," Feng Qian said, glancing at Xia Bangguo, "Xia Xinyu doesn't care at all about her biological father's safety... I suspect there's something wrong with her mentality."
"You mean, we can't force our way in, we can't provoke her," He Jingyao stated expressionlessly.
Feng Qian nodded gravely.
"What's the situation inside, how are the people distributed?" He Jingyao inquired.
Feng Qian immediately responded with clarity, "Besides Xia Xinyu, there are sixteen others guarding the door, each armed with a gun. Seven of them are just filler, but the other nine are well-trained and difficult to deal with. The room where the Young Mistress and the Miss are located has no windows, so they only guarded the door."
He Jingyao nodded, pondering for a long time without speaking.
