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In the scorching heat, her heart felt as if it were being blasted by icy winds, cold to the very marrow of her bones, as though she had aged a decade in an instant.
She clenched Song Sanliang's trembling hand tightly and kept whispering to him, "My son, as long as the green hills are there, there is no fear of no firewood. Let's just endure it this time. In the future, we'll surely have our revenge. Even Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs..."
Song Sanliang felt a sweet and metallic taste in his throat and did not speak for a long time.
Only then did Madam Zeng relax slightly and, gritting her teeth, said to Song Jiyun, "Then you act as the mediator and see what Wong Dahai's conditions are?"
Madam Li could not accept this and had just uttered "Why should we" when she was silenced by a cold glance from Madam Zeng.
She looked at Song Jiyun indignantly.
