Song Hui was very agitated, "When we took Xiaoyu away, he left nothing but money and a phone number. Making a sudden phone call now, who knows if he even recognizes us! I was thinking... first get in touch with him, cozy up a bit, then talk about Xiaoyu, but the phone was busy... And now look, he's on TV! Our whole plan is ruined!"
Tian Xiaoe patted her son's swaddling clothes, "Head of the family, I think, Mr. Song is too cruel! That's a D-grade product! He has been trafficking for so many years and made so much money, yet he doesn't even leave a bit for his own biological daughter."
"Leave a bit, my ass! What the hell are you thinking? All you think about is money! Do you even realize that if this case gets connected, even we could end up in prison!"
Tian Xiaoe was startled, "Ah? How is this related to us?"
