Fu Jinmei didn't want her son to suffer, so she braced herself and said to Hao Jian, "Hao Jian, whatever you do to me, I won't have any complaints, but Shu Bingjian is still a child, please let him go."
"If you had asked me half an hour ago, I might have agreed, but now, it's too late!" Hao Jian shook his head, his cheeks still bearing a gentle, shallow smile, but in this atmosphere, his smile appeared somewhat cruel.
It wasn't that he didn't sympathize with Fu Jinmei and her son, but that they simply weren't worthy of sympathy.
If Shu Bingjian hadn't called for help, if Fu Jinmei hadn't said she would send Shu Ya to the Philippines to be a prostitute, Hao Jian might have let it go.
But in this world, there are no ifs.
Fu Jinmei used Shu Bingjian's youth as an excuse to ask him to let Shu Bingjian go, but as the saying goes, "What's set at three is what will be at eighty," what Shu Bingjian is now, he will be in the future.