"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't understand what you mean."
The old man deliberately refused.
Liu Chen had just spoken and saw a flaw in his eyes, now he was obviously lying.
"You really won't talk?" Liu Chen squatted down and looked at him, noticing a hint of ferocity flashed in Liu Chen's eyes.
"I really don't understand what you mean, don't mess around, there are a lot of people watching."
"Hehe."
Liu Chen chuckled, and the other party became more frightened. The old man was already over seventy years old, suffering from various health issues, relying on medication and injections to maintain himself, and his heart couldn't handle strong stimuli.
"How much money did you get for swapping that baby girl back then, doesn't your conscience feel guilty?"
"Just leave, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
