The uncle hung up the phone and stared at his cousin. "Are you stupid? Tell him straight that there are five of us! Couldn't you have said ten?"
The older male cousin suddenly snapped back to his senses and clutched his hair in remorse. I saw their excitement, but my heart panicked at what I’d overheard on the phone.
"500 million rupiah per person is no small amount either. Brother, do you really think he’ll come and hand over that money?" The second uncle looked anxious.
The eldest uncle furrowed his brow as he stared at me and said, "How long have you been with him? Is he willing to pay to get you back?"
This statement clearly assumed I was Owen Cheng’s lover. My mind raced. Right now, they think I’m Owen Cheng’s girlfriend—yet they dared to ask for 500 million each like starved lion
