"Shui Lian, let go of Nini, it's not too late to turn back."
Shui Lian completely ignored Political Commissioner Lin's plea and instead fixed her gaze on Jiang Jinghuai, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "I have a question for you."
"Go ahead."
"If you could only save either your son or Nini, who would you choose?"
Jiang Jinghuai replied flatly, "You won't get that opportunity."
"Right." Shui Lian let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "I know you want to save Nini. All of you do. None of you want me to take her with me and jump. Fine, you can save Nini—but you'll have to trade your son for her."
Shui Lian's words were like a ticking time bomb, detonating in everyone's hearts. Her suggestion was outrageous—trading one child for another.
Jiang Jinghuai: "Impossible."
