But as soon as I turned around, a voice came to my mind.

[Ding! You have a new order waiting to be received. The match rate is 80%. Please click to confirm.]

Looking back at the girl on the ground, Sun Lifang felt a pang of emotion.

I walked to the side, opened the app, and saw a missed call.

As she dialed back, Sun Lifang opened the order details and checked the task.

The poster was not An Peilin, but—

Her mother.

An elegant Turkish beauty, now very old, sheds tears and sighs in another time and space.

How can I help you?

Sun Lifang checked the order amount, which was quite substantial, amounting to over ten million yuan.

But observing the environment where the old woman was—

He doesn't seem like a rich person.

The old woman seemed to have hearing problems; it took several calls to get her to look up.

When I looked up, all I could see were red and swollen eyes, which stretched open the wrinkles on my eyelids. I raised my hand and resent the order requirements.

Perhaps foreigners look older; according to Sun Lifang's calculations, An Peilin's mother in another timeline was not even fifty years old.

Why does he look like an eighty-year-old?

Sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a thick blanket, the simple little room contained only a snow-white bed and a bedside table, against a bright hospital backdrop.

Not good with words, Sun Lifang glanced at the order request and said, "Please help me get rid of my six-year-old daughter. Killing her is fine too, just don't let her live."

ah?

Are there really such orders?

Do you think I'm a killer?

What kind of hatred or grudge could drive a mother to kill her own daughter?