"You colluded with human traffickers to kidnap Xingxing and Yueyue. Whatever legal consequences come, let them be."
Sheng Xinhao spoke coldly.
At that moment, Fang Manping, who hadn't spoken and looked pale, suddenly moved forward and knelt in front of Sheng Xinhao.
"Uncle, please don't."
"I beg you, for the sake of my mother spending all these years with you, go easy on the punishment."
"Is it possible not to report to the police?"
Fang Manping pleaded with Sheng Xinhao, tears streamed down her face.
She knew that if her mother was apprehended, she would undoubtedly go to prison.
Her mother was already advanced in years and had been living in comfort for these years; how could she endure such hardship?
And how could she, as a daughter, bear to watch her suffer?
Fang Wanrong looked at the kneeling and pleading Fang Manping in shock.
As if struck by lightning.
She suddenly woke up from a stupor.
She was wrong.
She was truly wrong.
