"No, I won't give her another chance!" Qiao Qiqi's eyes turned extremely cold.
...
Qian Mentao was still unaware that her daughter had already been locked up in a mental institution as a lunatic. When she saw the photos, her hands were trembling. The other party said that as long as she could come up with a hundred thousand yuan, she could have her daughter back.
Her son was currently in prison, and she couldn't save him, but she had to save her daughter.
One hundred thousand yuan was nothing to her in the past; she could casually buy a bag that cost more than that. But now she couldn't come up with it.
She immediately called Luo Yue, who was her kept lover. He's not even thirty yet today; they had been together since he was twenty-two. The two had been close for so many years, and no one had discovered it.
