Kidnapper, on the phone: We have your son.
Lan Wangji: [looks at ShiZui beside him] Actually, I'm holding him.
Kidnapper, getting frustrated: Then who the heck just asked for chocolate milk with a straw and made us cut the crust off his PB&J?
Lan Wangji: Oh god.
Kidnapper: What?
Lan Wangji: You have my husband.