Qiao Zhen replied to Yu Minglang.
"Vertical distance is 1 meter, but if we go up, within those few seconds, the time difference is enough for the criminal to stab the child's throat with a knife!"
Yu Minglang frowned.
It seems, we can only stay put for now, hoping Qian can break through the perpetrator's mental defenses, find a breakthrough and rescue the hostage.
"You hate me, I can understand. Actually, you should hate me." Qian first provoked, then pressured, now she employed her third move, releasing the criminal's pressure.
"You understand?" The criminal was stunned; no one outside could understand him.
"Yeah, you hate why it wasn't me and another girl who were unlucky, you hate why we couldn't take the place of your fiancée being abused, you hate why we could leave that place safely, but Jingjing couldn't."
