Nan Jiaojiao really didn't want to respond to him; his appearance was almost like a badger strenuously poking its head out in the field, except he was one that couldn't move his body, only able to sway his head around helplessly.
She said, "I'm here."
"My Sister Jiaojiao!"
Bo Qingshan followed the voice and looked over, but his first glance landed on the two burly bodyguards controlling her, big and rough with hands as large as bears, daring to press down on Nan Jiaojiao's shoulders.
He immediately burst into powerless rage, "Who allowed you to touch her? Do you know who she is? Do you know who I am!"
No one paid any attention.
Bo Qingshan directly threw out his background: "My third uncle is Bo Yanching, the man who covers the sky with one hand in Rongcheng City. Daring to kidnap us, how many lives are you tired of living?"
Still, no one responded.
