Wan Sanqian furrowed his brow and hung up the phone, the voice on the other end was very unfamiliar; he had never heard it before, and it seemed to say that it could save Wan Jiarong's life.
With no other options available to him, even if it meant resorting to crooked paths, he had to try.
Wan Sanqian immediately had someone prepare ten million yuan; if it could save his nephew's life, let alone ten million, even fifty million had to be coughed up!
It wasn't long before someone came knocking, claiming to be the person who had contacted him on the phone and could save Wan Jiarong's life.
Seeing the middle-aged man dressed in ragged clothes with a face full of stubble, resembling a beggar more than anything else, Wan Sanqian was filled with doubt.
"You say you can save my nephew?"
Wan Sanqian expressed his skepticism.