Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Chapter 642: I Have Only One Request, Su Li’s Safety

"What’s going on up ahead?" Brother Hao carefully asked while adjusting his hairstyle inside the nanny van.The driver returned to the car and helplessly said, "It seems that something happened at the coffee shop we need to pass, and the road is closed, so there’s a traffic jam. Even rerouting won’t work now."

They looked back and saw cars in front and behind them, making it too late to turn around.

Mo Si Huang, who had been dozing with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, pulled back a bit of the black curtain, and saw that the traffic jam was indeed severe.

But...

Mo Si Huang’s pupils contracted, instantly becoming much more alert.

"Feng Huaijin’s cousin? Xiao Heng? Why is he here?" Mo Si Huang said in a deep voice.

And it wasn’t just Xiao Heng; he had brought bodyguards along.

Mo Si Huang thought it over and realized something had happened.

Feng Huaijin doesn’t have many people he cares about in Jiangzhou Prefecture. His grandparents wouldn’t go to malls favored by young people unless it’s... Su Li?

Mo Si Huang sat up straight, his voice cold and stern: "Go to the scene of the incident!"

What?

Everyone inside the nanny van was stunned—they were scheduled to go to the film set soon!

"Hurry up, I..." Mo Si Huang pulled up his mask, placing his slender, somewhat pale fingers on the car door lock.

Brother Hao was so frightened he nearly screamed, exclaiming in terror, "Mo Si Huang, what are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re going out alone! Calm down!"

Mo Si Huang paused, and clarity returned to his eyes.

He couldn’t go out; otherwise, as an award-winning actor, his presence on the street would cause a huge commotion. His eyes turned icy cold: "Clear the way to the incident site immediately!"

Brother Hao was scared half to death, his face mask nearly slipping to the ground. He timidly said, "Little Si, since when do you like to help others so much? What are you going to see the spectacle for..."

Mo Si Huang rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to stare ahead, watching the car slowly move forward. He chuckled coldly twice, saying, "Helping others? Can I help myself?"

*

The cold wind on the rooftop was blowing wildly, and as it brushed against the barren trees, it made eerie noises, like bursts of sinister wind.

Shen Shuang was crying hard, held by the scruff of her neck by that middle-aged man.

She never thought she’d be in trouble because she had been spending money too flashily and high-profiled, attracting the attention of these people.

If given another chance, she would definitely be more low-key.

"Bring the money, contact the bank and get all your money over here!" the middle-aged man growled fiercely in Shen Shuang’s ear.

As long as they weren’t discovered now, Shen Peijun wouldn’t take the initiative to cause trouble, and they could escape abroad with the money.

He wanted money!

Shen Shuang was trembling violently, just about to agree while looking at the knife, when a magnetic voice boomed from a speaker, making her head spin with dizziness.

"Release the hostage, and I’ll give you whatever amount you want."

Feng Huaijin held a megaphone, his cold voice carrying infinite calmness.

Only Xu Fuhai noticed Feng Huaijin’s hand holding the megaphone trembling slightly.

There was no response, and Feng Huaijin’s heart grew more tormented and uneasy—who knows what’s happening on the rooftop?

The floors of this coffee shop were too high, with the rooftop on the third floor. If he rashly went forward alone to rescue the person and a knife was thrust towards her... He couldn’t dare to imagine that possibility.

"A hundred million? Two hundred million? Or how much? You can name your price, and I can even prepare a helicopter for you to leave." Feng Huaijin raised his eyes to stare intently at the rooftop, his voice turning increasingly colder: "My only request is Su Li’s safety."