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As soon as the call connected, I took a deep breath and bluntly asked her what she really wanted.

My sister-in-law sneered with a mocking tone:

"Give me a million, or I'll keep livestreaming. You know, I'm a big internet celebrity now, and you wouldn't want to be cyberbullied for life! You harmed my son like this, and I'm only asking for a million. That's pretty reasonable. Don't make me lose patience!"

There was a twisted pleasure in her voice. I tried to persuade her, still unable to believe she would forsake her own son for money.

But as soon as I mentioned Haohao, my sister-in-law suddenly sneered, her words colder than the winter lake.

"What is a child worth? I don't have time to care about him. Livestreaming profits are far better than running a small shop, all thanks to you. If not for you, how could I earn so much money?"

She displayed a superior attitude, determined to use her own son for hype, as if only this could prove her success.