"Think about it carefully, what's more important to you, your son's life or Qin Yuji's life? If you are willing to watch your own son die for Qin Yuji, Qiao Xinran, I'd be impressed..."
Whispering this into Qiao Xinran's ear, Lin Xixi burst into wild laughter as she left.
The sound of footsteps faded away. When the folding door opened, the baby's cries became clearer, but as soon as the door closed, everything went silent again.
Thinking of Ah Qiao in the hands of those people, crying loudly at this moment, Qiao Xinran's heart ached as if it was being squeezed by someone's hand.
Tears quickly wet her cheeks, and Qiao Xinran cried out, "Mo Yichen, Mo Yichen, where are you? Come save me, please come..."
The light overhead clicked off, plunging the surroundings into darkness, and Qiao Xinran cried uncontrollably. But by her ears, only the whooshing sound of the wind passed, and nothing else could be heard.
All night, Qiao Xinran tried everything.
