She was so panicked that she felt completely lost and wished she could kneel down before Qiu Shanshan on the spot.

"What should we do next? I'm still young, I can't die, and my son is only in kindergarten, he can't live without me..."

"Shut up, do you think I want to die?"

Qiu Shanshan yelled at her back, pressed her throbbing temples, and suddenly thought of something.

"You just said you saw someone on your way back?"

"Cheng, Cheng Xiangling and Shen Zhihuan."

Tong Xinyue blinked, wondering why Qiu Shanshan had suddenly brought up this topic, but seeing the thoughtful look on Qiu Shanshan's face, she seemed to understand something.

"Shen Zhihuan's medical skills are so good. If Song Mingqian's death would implicate us, wouldn't it be better to let Shen Zhihuan heal him?"

To seize this last chance, Tong Xinyue turned and walked outside without thinking.

"I'll go to the hospital right now to find out more information. No, I'll go to the temple right now to offer incense and pray to Buddha for Song Mingqian, so that Shen Zhihuan can be cured."

Qiu Shanshan was utterly dumbfounded by Tong Xinyue's stupidity.

"Idiot, even if Song Mingqian is cured, we still won't survive."

She bit her nails, her expression more serious than ever before, but remembering that Tong Xinyue was now her ally, she could only patiently explain:

“Song Mingqian’s identity is so important that no matter how carefully we handle the operation, if something happens to him, it will immediately alert and attract the attention of those above.”

"This plan has failed, and we've already alerted them. Once Shen Zhihuan has completely cured him, they'll definitely protect him tightly. If we want to capture him again, when will we have a chance?"