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Tang Huiru smiled and said only one word.

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"opportunity."

I frowned slightly: "You want me to help you deal with the Han family?"

"No, I'm not asking for your help, but I want to make a deal with you." Although Tang Huiru looked haggard, her eyes were bright.

Instead, I became a little interested: "Then why do you think I would agree?"

"I will tell you what the secret of time is." Tang Huiru still maintained a faint smile.

But her words made my heart beat fast.

I squinted my eyes, pondering the veracity of her words.

"I know what you are worried about. Please rest assured that I will never lie to you, because this is related to the life and death of my Tang family. There is no way I would gamble on such a thing."

Tang Huiru seemed to see through my thoughts and said softly.

"Based on your words, I'm afraid it's hard for me to believe you." I said cautiously, "I've seen this kind of thing go back on my word a lot."

"Yes, I understand. After all, it's only the second time we meet." Tang Huiru nodded in a well-educated manner.

"But there is one person, I think you should believe her."

"who?"

"Song Yalan."

I was shocked and asked: "Is Song Yalan alive or dead?" "

She and Song Zhujun are both wives of the Han family, and Song Yalan is Song Zhujun's sister. It is a matter of course that they know each other.

Of course what surprised me was not this, but that she actually remembered Song Yalan.

Before, I saw Song Yalan die on the roof of Yunhui Yayuan, but then I saw her reappear with my own eyes. I was really confused about her life and death.

A trace of sadness flashed across Tang Huiru's face and she sighed.

"I haven't seen her for a long time. I think she is in danger. She has foreseen the danger a long time ago and told her that if she disappears one day, do not look for her, but wait for the savior to appear."

"The Song family, like the Tang family, was devoured by the Han family using despicable means. Therefore, she and I share the same hatred and hatred."

"She and I have the same thing to do. You are the person chosen by her and my Tang family. You are the hope for our two families to turn around. Therefore, I will never harm you."

I thought without saying a word, and I had already inferred something from the known clues.

Failure of the live broadcast is not the same as death, there is still a chance to survive.

But survival comes at the cost of being forgotten by the world.

But it seems that she is not forgotten by everyone, some special people will still remember her existence.

For example, me, Zhan Lan, and Tang Huiru in front of me.

I raised my head and looked at Tang Huiru, and asked directly: "Even Song Yalan's sister doesn't remember her, why do you still remember her?"

"I don't know, but I do remember her. She only told me that when this day comes, it means something has happened to her. She told me not to panic. Everything went as planned."

"If you don't know anything, I'm sorry, but you can't convince me." I shook my head.

"I want to listen to the key points, not these words of expression. Or, just tell me what the secret of time is."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but" Tang Huiru lowered her head slightly, with an expression on her face.

"But you don't trust me enough, right?" I waved my hand, feeling a little funny.

She wants to ask me to help them fight against the Han family. No matter how many people she wants to move out, I can't agree.

"Cooperation is based on mutual trust. You don't have the confidence yourself, so why ask me?"

"After breakfast, I will send you away, as if we have never met before."

I got up and straightened my clothes.

"Mr. Li, don't make a decision in a hurry. I, I have some concerns." Tang Huiru thought for a while and admitted her concerns generously.

"I am asked to bet the life and death of two big families on a stranger. I am indeed a little scared. Please forgive me."

"I understand, so I won't force you." I shrugged indifferently.

"Thank you, please give me some time to think about it. I won't tell the Han family that we have met, and I will also trouble you to send me to a place."

"Please say."

"Song Zhujun's home."

I was stunned for a moment and then relieved quickly.

As the daughter-in-law of the Han family who was almost killed, they naturally stood on the same front, and it was impossible for Song Zhujun to hand her over to the Han family.

I called Song Zhujun and she was very surprised.

"Ms. Song, a friend of yours wants to talk to you."

I handed the phone to Tang Huiru and let her speak for herself. She walked aside and talked for about ten minutes, then came back and handed the phone to me gratefully.

"Thank you, Mr. Li. If you can, please take me there now. The address is in the text message."

"no problem."

I opened the door and Dabiao was waiting outside with breakfast.

"Brother, are you done talking?"

"Well, I have to go out for a while. You guys eat first. By the way, my car is at the Third Hospital. You can drive it back after you finish your meal."

I took Tang Huiru out, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the address in the text message.

More than twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a slightly upscale community.

In fact, I have been to this place before. This is Zhan Lan's home.

I once sent Zhan Lan to the gate of the community.

At this time, her petite and exquisite figure was not seen standing at the door to greet her, only Song Zhujun was there.

Not seeing you for a few days, Song Zhujun looks much better.

However, the time she lived in Yunhui Yayuan seemed to have caused the root of her illness, and she still wore a silk scarf on her shoulders.

"Thank you. If I think about it, I will contact you."

Tang Huiru got out of the car.

I didn't get out of the car and watched them meet up. After hurriedly walking into the community, I asked the driver to drive away.

When he returned to the village in the city, Dabiao had already driven the car back and parked it outside the shop.

Dabiao was waiting at the door with his car keys and breakfast in his hand.

"Brother, I knew you hadn't eaten yet, so I kept it for you!"

The rolling shutter door opened, he put breakfast on the counter, looked at me, and hesitated to speak.

"Just say what you want to say." I picked up a bun and said while biting it.

"Brother, I don't want to inquire about your affairs. I just saw you running around here and there all day long. The people you meet are all strange. It's true." Da Biao smiled.

"I understand your worries, Dabiao. If you have concerns, you can leave at any time without having to do anything for me."

"Brother, that's not what I meant! I have never doubted your character." Da Biao scratched his head, a little anxious.

"I'm just worried that I always feel that what you do is dangerous. I'm worried that if this continues, something will happen to you one day."

The rough and tough face was full of worry. I was slightly taken aback and deliberately smiled and said: "Don't curse me with your crow's mouth."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

After sending Da Biao away, I transferred a sum of money to him.

However, his worry reminded me that the next step was to advance to the live broadcast, which was twice as difficult.

What if I really fail? Should I prepare for my funeral in advance?