Sang Qian walked over and took Zhao Ying's hand. "Sister Zhao, the child is still here, don't scare the child. Can we sit down and talk nicely?"
Fear filled Zhao Ying's eyes. She glanced at her son beside her and tightened her grip on his hand. "What exactly do you want?"
"Besides working as a coach at Thunder Shooting Club, your husband has another secret job. Did you know that?"
Zhao Ying's pupils shook violently, and she couldn't help trembling slightly. "I... I don't know."
"Your reaction tells me that you do know."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I want to go home." Zhao Ying pulled her hand away from Sang Qian's palm.
"Jia Peng is already in our hands. You know what he has been doing privately. Once it is exposed, none of you will escape the consequences. If you cooperate with us, I guarantee that you won't be harmed."
Zhao Ying hugged her son and stepped back, "Why should I believe you?"
