Early in the morning, Ming Liuyi was ready and waiting for Zhao Qiang to bring the money to her.
Yao Zizhou sat beside her, and his eyes were filled with worry. He did not know what Cai Rixi would actually do.
"If something really happens to me, you have to take good care of our son," Ming Liuyi said. "He'll definitely grow up to be like you in the future."
Yao Zizhou hugged Ming Liuyi tightly. "You'll be fine, I'll protect you," he said.
Not long after, Zhao Qiang and Mr. He returned with the cash. This money was what little money Yao Corporation had left.
"President Yao," Mr. He said, "if we really give these funds away, we might lose the business war with the Wang family in Shanghai."
Yao Zizhou could not care less, his son was still in the enemy's hands. Ming Liuyi could not wait any longer and stood up.
"I'll go now. Yao Zizhou, take good care of Zhaoyang."
With that, Ming Liuyi walked out the door.
