Chapter 1137 Mu Qing's Last Resort

An Ziqi walked out of the back lounge with Xiao An in her arms.

Xiao Moli was beside her, holding her waist with one hand, and carefully supporting Xiao An with the other hand in front.

Ye Wuge ran to the front stage of the banquet hall to be the host.

"The banquet has begun, come, come, welcome our little princess with the warmest applause."

An Ziqi smiled and walked towards the stage with little An in her arms.

"Hey, Xiao, you go down for me, I didn't let you up." Ye Wuge unceremoniously drove Xiao Moli down.

The people below laughed, and Yun Yi followed suit, "Xiao, come down quickly."

Xiao Moli directly chose to ignore them, and followed her wife firmly.

Under the stage, Mu Qing shook and shook the hand next to her, and her palm was deeply scratched by nails, but she couldn't feel the slightest pain.

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, Mu Qing paled even more, took out the phone, went to the corner of the banquet hall, and picked it up.

"Where are you now? Have you entered the banquet hall?"

"En." Mu Qing responded by biting her lips.

"Get out of there immediately, and throw that thing you got as far away as possible, fast."

"But, my father..."

"Your father, I will help you find a way. My brother is lying to you. That thing is not a location tracker. In short, you leave quickly, there is no time, hurry up."

After the phone was hung up, Mu Qing turned her head to look at Xiao Moli and An Ziqi on the stage, gritted her teeth, turned around and quickly walked towards the door.

After leaving the gate of the banquet hall, he quickly entered the elevator and went downstairs, and left through the back door of the hotel.

After running a long distance, he took out the small thing in his pocket and took a look, then threw it into the trash can.

After walking a few steps forward, leaning against the billboard by the roadside, she slid limply to the ground.

The phone in her pocket vibrated rapidly again, Mu Qing settled down, took out the phone with slightly trembling hands and connected it.

"Who allowed you to leave there? What about the things?" A gloomy and cold voice rang from the phone.

Mu Qing couldn't help trembling, and opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Where's the thing? Don't make me repeat it for the third time." The cold voice was full of impatience.

Mu Qing closed her eyes and said with difficulty, "I...I threw it away."

"Mu Qing, you are the one who asked for your own death and pushed your father to his death. You can't blame me for that." The voice said harshly.

Mu Qing's face turned pale as paper in an instant, she held the phone tightly in her hand, and asked in a trembling voice, "No, where is my father? What did you do to my father? Where is my father?"

"Don't worry, he is fine now, but you will receive one of his hands tomorrow. Do you like the left hand or the right hand?"

"No, I beg you, let my father go, I beg you, do whatever you want with me, don't hurt my father." Mu Qing burst into tears, begging bitterly.

On the other side of the phone, the man sneered, "What's the use of wanting your life? Remember, this time it's with one hand. Next time, if you dare to be disobedient and make decisions on your own, then I can't guarantee that you will What did you get?"

"No, I beg you, don't hurt..."

Before Mu Qing finished speaking, the phone had already been hung up, and there was only a beeping sound.

No, no, Mu Qing frantically took the phone and dialed back, but the number couldn't be reached no matter what.