"I've given you the method and opportunity; whether you take this opportunity is your choice, but a word of advice, this kind of opportunity normally only comes once." The woman then pushed the pills further toward Tang Nuan. Noticing her reluctance to take it, she opened Tang Nuan's purse herself and dropped the bottle into it. "Alright, it's getting late, I'll send you home."
When the woman started the car, Tang Nuan, who had been silent, suddenly asked, "You're not helping me out of the kindness of your heart, are you?"
"Of course not." The woman slammed on the pedal and turned around to admit openly. "Of course, I'm not helping you because I'm such a saint; it's because we have the same target in mind: Song Qingchun's death."
"Do you mind telling me why?" Tang Nuan asked.
