"Do you want to face criminal responsibility and reunite with your son in prison?"
Her voice was soft and mellow.
In her casual tone, her words were sharp enough to hit home!
"In fact, you have tried every trick in the book for your son, but Mrs. He, you were too hasty and forgot one thing."
"What, what…"
"If I can sway the same people with money that you can, as long as my offer tempts them, they will do anything for me—especially if it's just to bite back at you."
Tang Wan's voice remained even, but Lun Huiru felt as if she could hear her smiling.
"You've overestimated your abilities, underestimated his shamelessness, and looked down upon me."
After she finished, she suddenly reached out, straightening Lun Huiru's slightly disheveled hair.
Her fingertips were warm, but Lun Huiru felt as if an icy blade glided across her face. Wherever she touched, her pores opened, and her body shivered.