"No. They don't know. Only Dr. Yang knows. But after tonight, I can't guarantee whether he will talk to others or not," Wang Hai sighed heavily, "Anyway, if I keep her here, just like Yang said, she's bound to die eventually. Even if we don't hurt her, someone else might."
Lan Juan felt frightened when she heard this, "Haizi, I don't want to kill anyone. You told me we wouldn't kill anyone."
"Don't worry. They don't use knives to kill," said Wang Hai.
"Knife or not, a life is still a life," Lan Juan fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, "Besides, I've spent some time with the child these days, and I've grown fond of her."
Wang Hai scoffed at her words, "Fond? Weren't you the one who gambled away so much money you almost sold your own husband, and now you talk about fondness?"
Lan Juan disagreed with him, pouting, "That's because he broke one of my front teeth."
"Who told you to be such a gambling addict?"
