"Bai Ran, you heartless woman, my daughter is still suffering in prison, and you—how dare you seek happiness?" the woman's voice, strained to its utmost, carried far over the loudspeaker, its piercing tone causing listeners' eardrums to ache.
Bai Ran's pupils dilated, and she stared in disbelief: "Sister-in-law...."
"Don't call me sister-in-law. I don't have a sister like you, you wretch! If you don't save my Xiangxiang, then fine—may you never see your son again."
"If you dare to harm Xi'er, I will never let you go," Bai Ran shouted, her eyes reddening with urgency.
"Don't panic," Ning Qinglin said softly, patting her back with tightly pressed lips.
Bai Xi was her life. If Gu Chunrong dared to hurt even a hair on Bai Xi's head, she would make sure her death was a hideous one.
"Mommy...wuu wuu... Mommy save me mmm...." The child's cry for help suddenly changed into muffled groans, as someone covered his mouth and nose.
