Lin Zhigang was taken aback, then frantically rushed to his backpack and fished out his cellphone.
He knew the ringtone all too well—it was the tone he had set for his father's calls.
Lin Zhigang's heart released a heavy sigh of relief as he looked at the display showing his father's call. Answering the phone, he immediately asked with a hint of blame,
"Dad, why haven't you contacted me in such a long time?"
On the other end of the line, there was a brief silence before Chen Hu's voice came through,
"Your father is in my hands now."
Lin Zhigang paused, then asked anxiously,
"Who are you? What do you want to do? What have you done to my dad?"
"Don't panic, don't panic."
Chen Hu chuckled softly, his voice oozing faux warmth as he said to Lin Zhigang in a gentle tone,
"I didn't plan on doing much to your father, but he's been a bit unruly. To make him obey, I've made sure he'll never speak again."
