My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 128: One hundred and twenty-eight, recording Chapter 128: One hundred and twenty-eight, recording Yang Xin’er’s face was ashen as she threw her cell phone onto the table, “Two good-for-nothings! They can’t even handle a child.” It infuriated her!

But she knew getting angry now was pointless; if Song Yan Ning hadn’t returned to Yang City, she could have sent someone to deal with her, but Song Yan Ning had already returned to Yang City, and she had no way to start.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xin’er picked up the phone and dialed out, “Hello! May I speak to Brother Qian?” The people she sent to deal with Song Yan Ning were Brother Qian’s men, and she wanted to ask about the situation of those two men; she absolutely couldn’t let this matter leak out, otherwise, even if the Song family could protect her, her reputation would be ruined.

“He’s here, hold on a moment.” The person on the other end turned to Brother Qian, who was playing a drinking game, and handed him the phone, “Brother Qian, some chick is looking for you.”

Brother Qian chuckled and took the phone, “Who’s looking for me?”

“Brother Qian, it’s Yang Xin’er. I wanted to ask if the two men you sent have contacted you?” Yang Xin’er started. She had met Brother Qian during her student days, and they had a fling back then, but she had cut ties with him after marrying Yifeng.

That day, as she was rummaging through her things, she stumbled upon a photo from her student days and suddenly remembered Brother Qian. She tried calling him and discovered that, though many years had passed, his number hadn’t changed.

After talking for a long while, she learned that he now had some clout in Beijing, involved in shady businesses, so she thought to have Brother Qian deal with Song Yan Ning. To avoid owing Brother Qian any favors, besides giving him five hundred thousand, she also promised to pay each of the two men who went to kidnap Song Yan Ning one hundred thousand each.

“Don’t you have their phone numbers?” Brother Qian picked up a beer from the table and gulped it down. He might have liked Yang Xin’er once, but now he had money and power, what kind of woman couldn’t he have? Why would he care about a woman who had been married and had a child? If it wasn’t for the fact she was now Mrs. Song, he wouldn’t bother with her at all.

“Their phones are unreachable.” Thinking of what Song Yan Ning had said before, Yang Xin’er felt increasingly anxious, sensing that something was about to happen.

“Alright, I got it. If there’s news from them, I’ll inform you. That’s all.” Brother Qian finished speaking and hung up the phone.

“Brother Qian, who was that?” A glamorously dressed woman sat beside Brother Qian, filled his cup with wine, and clinked her glass against his.

his glass. He might have held some nostalgia for Yang Xin’er before, but after knowing she wanted her own daughter kidnapped, his feelings turned to revulsion and

station. They didn’t want to set foot in

but the moment they did, their heads began to ache and the pain intensified, as if their skulls were about to explode. They

in,” one

a pen and paper to note down their

Mrs. Song of the Song family, Yang Xin’er, to kidnap Song Yan Ning and then take her to a

Qingqing

This is her picture.” The man said, pulling out a photo of Song Yan Ning

kidnap her own daughter and sell her? How can someone like her be a mother?” Yang Qingqing couldn’t believe what she was hearing from the two men. She’d never heard of such

out of his office, seeing Yang Qingqing’s face red with anger and curiously

situation, “How can there be such

looked at the two men, “Why did you decide to confess? What happened

of heart and didn’t hurt Song Yan Ning.” If it weren’t for the unbearable headaches, they wouldn’t have stupidly come here; they were not

then instructed, “Tell me everything that happened in detail.” He was familiar with the Song family, one of the Four Great Families of Beijing; he had to handle this matter

recording online.” Lin Rong came running out in a

recording?” Zhang Jue asked, looking perplexed at Lin

his phone, opened a webpage, and handed it

saw an audio link, reached out, and

woman’s voice came through immediately,

“What do you mean?”

about taking

“Song Yan Ning?”