"What if, I want your life?" He tapped the desk rhythmically, his eyes narrowed.
"My life?" Qin Qiang glanced at Qin Zheng, his mouth was already blocked, and his hands were handcuffed, with a pang in his heart, "As long as you release Qin Zheng, you can take my life."
Zheng Haoyu's eyes squinted even more, he leaned back in his chair, staring intently at Qin Qiang, wondering if he really took Su Nian.
If Su Nian was in his hands, unless he was a fool, he would have used her as a shield by now.
"I don't want your life, nor your company, I want you to do something for me." Zheng Haoyu suddenly smiled.
"What should I do?" Qin Qiang wiped the sweat from his forehead. Dealing with Zheng Haoyu, he, who had lived for decades, hadn't gained any advantage.
"Find someone for me."
