The next morning, Yin Ci arrived at the abandoned factory on time, where Li Xinxin and others had been waiting.
"Wake up, the money is coming to you!"
Tied to a wooden chair, Lu Anping's mouth was sealed with tape, preventing him from speaking. His beautiful white face, previously adorable, was now swollen and battered by Li Xinxin and looked unbearably pitiful.
He was filthy and his hair was a mess, indicating the suffering he had endured in Li Xinxin's hands.
"Anping!"
Upon entering, Yin Ci's eyes flashed with intense pain upon seeing Anping's condition.
She wanted to go forward, but was stopped by a couple of low-life thugs at the door.
"Unless you hand over the money, don't think about rescuing your son."
Yin Ci, suppressing her anger to rip the heads off these people, could do nothing but retreat step by step.
Her poor child had been beaten so badly, she would never forgive Li Xinxin!
Absolutely not!