"My brother can talk now, he can talk now!" Momo didn't pay him any attention and showered Ling with kisses.
"Ling, quickly call me brother, call me brother..."
"Bobo..."
Ling spoke unclearly.
Momo let out another shriek.
Everyone covered their ears.
The guy in the cap shouted, "Shut your mouth! You keep screaming, and I'll cut your tongue out, believe it?"
"Cut out my tongue, and you won't get any money," Momo replied coolly, "Uncle, who sent you to kidnap me? Can you negotiate with your employer to swap the knife for a gun instead?"
"You little brat, have you watched too many action movies?" The driver couldn't help himself; they were just street thugs. Guns were too high-class for them. If they had guns, why would they play at kidnapping? "If we really had guns, you'd meet your end without even knowing how you died."
