Seeing Zhang Juan's guilty conscience, Yun Jin coldly said, "We can't save your son. We're not saviors. You'd better figure something out yourself!"

"Please, I beg you!" Zhang Juan pleaded, "Have pity on my child! He's only two and a half years old, so well-behaved, adorable, and sensible..."

Yun Jin didn't want to be morally blackmailed: "We're tired and want to rest, please leave!"

He Ziqian couldn't help either, so he could only look to his uncle.

Seeing his uncle wearing sunglasses to shield himself from the glaring sunlight, how could he possibly save someone like that?

He Ziqian advised, "Why don't you go back and beg that Brother Fei again? You two are old acquaintances, he should be more lenient."

Zhang Juan realized that these people, though seemingly foolish, were not idiots. They wouldn't take the bait; even if she knelt here to her death, they wouldn't bite.

Zhang Juan continued singing her opera, wiping away her snot and tears, and hypocritically said, "I forced you. You have no relation to my son and me to begin with, how could I let you take such a risk!"

"Sorry to bother you, I'll think of something myself!" Zhang Juan said, turning and leaving.

Yun Jin stopped pretending and pointed to the bouquet of flowers: "You dropped something in these flowers, why don't you take it with you?"

Zhang Juan looked embarrassed, took the recorder away, and said, "I'm sorry."

He walked away without looking back.

He Ziqian chased after him.

Yun Jin frowned.

He Tingchuan's face darkened.

He Ziqian caught up with Zhang Juan and stuffed five yuan into her hand: "I borrowed some from my aunt from the one I lent you last time, so take it."

Holding the five yuan, Zhang Juan laughed in exasperation: "You really are..."

In the end, not knowing what to say, he got on the tram and left speechlessly. Looking at He Ziqian standing by the roadside, he angrily tore up the five-yuan note and couldn't help but curse a few times in his heart.

When He Ziqian returned, he noticed that they didn't look too good, so he immediately explained, "I went to return the money. I borrowed five yuan and almost forgot to pay it back."

Yun Jin had an "I see" look on her face: "Try to avoid contact with her in the future. This woman is very cunning. Who knows if her apparent change of heart today was just an act?"

He Ziqian glared: "She was just pretending to confront me?"

"Possibly."

He Ziqian couldn't understand: "Why?"

"Once she lays her cards on the table, don't you feel sorry for her and think she's innocent, that what she did was understandable and that she had her reasons, that you can't bear to blame her, and that you'd even be willing to save her son for her sake?"

He Ziqian nodded blankly: "Yes, I did have that idea."

Yun Jin snapped her fingers: "That's exactly the idea they want. She's manipulating people's hearts. She knows you're a nice guy, but you overestimate yourself and think you're a hero trying to save Feng Chen."

He Ziqian felt like he had been slapped in the face: "Auntie, please stop. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought her here. I almost got tricked by her again."

He Tingchuan said coldly, "Remember to bring your brain next time you go out."

Yun Jin thought to herself, "This person doesn't have much of a brain, so it doesn't matter whether I bring him along or not."

After getting off the tram, Zhang Juan walked a few more steps and finally arrived at Fei Ge's location. She handed the recorder to Fei Ge, and as they listened to their recording, Fei Ge affectionately stroked Zhang Juan's face.

"It was all for nothing. I thought they would take the bait. I acted on impulse, moved by your tragic life as an orphan and widow, and came to save you without thinking of anything else."

"In a few days, that person's eyes will recover, and he'll return to China." Fei Ge looked at Zhang Juan's swollen face and said, "Do you have any other ideas?"

Zhang Juan trembled: "Brother Fei, I've tried my best, but there's really no way this time. They're too cautious, and I don't know where to start, especially that woman. I always feel like she knows everything."

“Isn’t it easy to deal with a woman?” Fei pushed Zhang Juan away. “Since that woman is hard to approach, let’s start with He Ziqian. He seems to have some feelings for you.”

Zhang Juan's heart tightened: "How do we get started, Brother Fei?"

Fei Ge grinned wickedly, tied Zhang Juan up with a rope, and snapped many photos of her, some of which were quite explicit, showing her in a horrified, desperate, and struggling expression.

Zhang Juan looked at the camera cooperatively; she didn't need to pretend, she was genuinely terrified and desperate.

These photos arrived at He Ziqian's door early that morning, slipped under the door. He saw them as soon as he got up, initially mistaking them for small cards. But when he picked them up, he realized they were all photos of Zhang Juan alone.

The photos are all physically disturbing. Just by looking at Zhang Juan's expression, you can tell that she was taken under torture and coercion.

One of the cards has an address on the back. Tell him to go there alone, and if he dares to call the police, kill him!

He Ziqian hesitated for two seconds, then, not caring about anything else, took the photo, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and gave them the address.

The taxi driver said, "That area is a bit out of the way. What are you going there for?"

He Ziqian pointed to the address: "It's right here. Please drive faster."

The taxi driver, recognizing his accent, knew he wasn't from Hong Kong and deliberately took him on a longer route. When they arrived, the fare left He Ziqian dumbfounded: "So expensive?"

The driver said, "Taking a taxi is already expensive, and I need to pay soon so I can take the next fare."

"Wait for me for ten minutes!" He Ziqian, who didn't have enough money for the fare, opened the car door and ran away, making the driver so angry that he wanted to step on the gas and run him over.

He Ziqian reached the door and saw Fei Ge: "You guys aren't in cahoots, so why did you treat her like that?"

"It's her fault for failing the mission; she deserves this fate. If you want to save them, fine, do as I say. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving here alive!" Fei Ge, holding a baseball bat, declared with a roguish air, "Are you willing to take my orders?"

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