But before he could even speak, he saw the man who terrified him.
Chaochao's mother lay on a bed in the clinic.
"What have you done to my wife?! I'm going to report you to the police! This is human trafficking!"
Wen Ying sneered. "This is the best trick you could come up with?"
"I don't know what you're talking about! She's the mother of my child, and you're strangers! If I report this to the police, do you really think you can take her away?"
Qin Hanyun glared with dissatisfaction at the posturing scumbag before him. "What are you trying to do?"
"I want to take Chaochao's mother home."
"Impossible! If you want money, just name your price."
Hearing Qin Hanyun, the man sized him up, as if weighing the truth of his words.
"Chaochao's mother is more important to me than money. As long as you take the money and disappear from her life forever, just tell me how much you want."
"One million?" the man asked tentatively.
