Lai Bao's disobedience increasingly darkened Wang Chuanhui's expression, "What, don't want to save your foster father?"
Lai Bao felt a tightening in her chest and looked towards Zhao Yufen and Wen Cheng.
At this moment, Mrs. Wen, a typical frightened housewife, was helplessly crying in despair, "Lai Bao... what to do... what to do, Ah Cheng, don't fall asleep..."
Pressing the gauze on Wen Cheng's forehead, already stained red with blood, Wen Cheng's consciousness was scattered, feeling groggy.
Grandmother Zhong Family stepped forward, angrily pointing at Lai Bao's nose, "Wen Laibao, you ungrateful wretch, don't you want your father to live? Will you not quickly agree to Mr. Wang, has your conscience been eaten by a dog, you're worse than a pig or dog."
Zhao Yugang looked at Wen Cheng's half-dead appearance and urgently persuaded, "Lai Bao, quickly agree to Mr. Wang, then your father will be saved, and the factory too; if we delay further it might be too late."