Gan Yuan lay on the pillow, heaving a sigh of relief.
It was fortunate she had received that phone call, otherwise, if it had continued, she really didn't know how much longer she could have held on...
Turning her head, she watched her son Gan Tang sleeping peacefully by her side, her gaze lingering on his little face.
"Xiaotang, what should mommy do?"
The little guy naturally wouldn't answer, just breathed slowly, his lips curling up into a smile, no one knowing what pleasant dreams he was having.
...
...
In the suburbs.
The night was dark as ink, the headlights illuminating the wild grass on the ground.
On the field, a man was kneeling, several tall bodyguards in black stood with their hands behind their backs beside him, and in front of the man stood Will.
"Who exactly is it?"
"I... I really don't know..." said the man, lifting a face marred with scars, begging for mercy, "Big brother, I really don't know anything, what are you talking about..."
