When Mr. Ding made his request to Rongrong, she smiled faintly, "I can cooperate with you, but I have my conditions."
Since he was there, Mr. Ding was naturally prepared, "Go ahead."
Rongrong smiled, "I want to live. With your influence, switching someone on death row shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
A troubled look appeared on Mr. Ding's face, "Your case is widely known, and many eyes are watching. It's a bit difficult."
Rongrong, full of confidence, continued unhurriedly, "Difficult, but not impossible, right? You should know, if I die, Ding Chenmo will never be able to love another woman for the rest of his life. As the poisonous insect poison deepens, he won't live much longer either. He is your most cherished and valued grandson—are you really willing to see him end up like that?"
Mr. Ding was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I agree."
Rongrong's smile deepened, and her scarred face looked somewhat eerie, "Pleased to cooperate."
