On the night of New Year's Eve, the son was kidnapped by her husband's nemesis and his body was tied with bombs. Before tearing up the ticket, I broke down and called my husband and begged him to send the ransom. "Wanqing, don't worry, I'll be here right away! You and your son are waiting for me!" But from that moment on, there was no news about her husband. Seeing my son's little body lying in a pool of blood, I called my husband again with trembling hands, my tone desperate and humble. "Please come and save our son..." When the call was finally answered, the man said in an impatient tone: "Lin Wanqing, I'm talking about important business. Stop using your son as an excuse to win favor." On the other end of the phone, there was the clear sound of wine glasses clinking, and the woman's charming laughter. The moment the phone was hung up, the bomb device was activated.
