Yao Jie gasped for breath, her forehead covered in beads of sweat, and whispered, "Brother Hu, what should we do? My life is all that's here, as long as you are willing to let my son go."
"Great maternal love, trading your life for your son's. Sounds quite touching. The problem is your life can't help me pay back the money," Brother Hu continued, stroking the stubble on his chin.
"No!" Yao Jie's mind was suddenly clear, and she realized her opponent was definitely after something. She lifted her head and said, "Brother Hu, you must have some way for me to repay this debt."
"Haha!" Brother Hu laughed loudly, slapping his thigh while sizing up Yao Jie with his dull eyes.
The face Yao Jie lifted gradually became calm and cool. At this point, if she showed weakness, it would only make saving her son impossible. Both of them would be dead.
