Jiang Yan Hai stood three or four meters away, silently watching him. Scenes this miserable could be found everywhere even in some developed countries, let alone in a city of sin like this.
Every day, countless families were torn apart by similar events, while even more people sank into endless numbness, with no expectations whatsoever for the future.
"If you keep crying, then she really will die." This time, Jiang Yan Hai spoke Chinese. The man was of Chinese descent.
The man abruptly raised his head and looked toward Jiang Yan Hai, his face filled with rage. "Get lost!"
"I was going to offer you a hand, but since you told me to get lost, I'll be leaving." Jiang Yan Hai rose to his feet.
"Wait..." The man immediately called out. Jiang Yan Hai stopped and turned back to look at him.
With a thud, the man dropped to his knees without another word. "Sir, if you're willing to help me save my daughter, I'll repay you like an ox or a horse!"
"No need. I have conditions for helping you." Jiang Yan Hai did not conceal his purpose.
"Sir, you can take my life if you want, but you have to let me raise my daughter first." The man did not hesitate in the slightest.
"I don't want your life." Jiang Yan Hai took a backpack from behind him and tossed it before the man. Inside was one hundred thousand US dollars.
That amount was already more than enough.
Seeing the money in the bag, the man picked it up and rushed toward the hospital. Jiang Yan Hai watched his retreating figure without calling after him, then simply turned and left.
This money was nothing. Jiang Yan Hai left the area. So far, Er Dan had only identified two