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I’m not surprised that the fake silver needle was recognized.

Stopping, I sighed and put away the embroidery needle.

"Haha, you still want to lie to me with this little trick? I'll let you taste the pain of having your heart ripped out!" Dao Jinfeng looked sinister, gritting his teeth and reciting some incantation.

I frowned and held my chest as if feeling uncomfortable.

Dao Jinfeng showed a proud smile while chanting a spell that others could not understand.

"My heart hurts. This embroidery needle cost me fifty cents, but it has no effect at all. Why don't you think I'm heartbroken?" I sighed and shook my head, my face full of ridicule.

Dao Jinfeng's smile suddenly froze and she stared at me in astonishment.

"What happened? Where is my Heart Eater? You, what did you do?"

"Want to take your bugs back? Yes, as long as you restore Mr. Han to normal, I will return the bugs to you." I said with a faint smile.

Dao Jinfeng's expression was uncertain, and he stared at me, as if he wanted to see through me.

"Our patience is limited, you only have five minutes to think about it." I sat casually on the edge of the bed, my expression was very calm, but I was actually not sure in my heart.

We can't give this woman too much time to think, otherwise she might see through our plan.

"Let me go, let me go! Whatever you want to do to Sister Feng, I tell you, Sister Feng has her own shortcomings, and I won't be able to live anymore!"

Han Junhao really couldn't rest for a moment, Han Wenshan tightly controlled him and wouldn't let him get close to Dao Jinfeng.

Dao Jinfeng turned to look at Han Junhao, paused for two seconds, and suddenly smiled again.

"No matter what tricks you want to play, Han Junhao's life is in my hands. If you dare to do anything to me, you will die together!"

"It doesn't matter if I die, but the young master of the Han family is different. Are you willing to watch him be bitten to death by heart-eating insects?"

Dao Jinfeng was confident, and the words he spoke were extremely vicious. Not to mention Han Wenshan, even the driver, Lao Zhou, couldn't bear to listen and angrily increased the strength of his hands.

Dao Jinfeng grunted in pain, turned around and gouged out Old Zhou fiercely.

But Han Junhao seemed to be unable to hear her words and still screamed for Han Wenshan to let her go.

Han Wenshan slapped his son again, found the rope he had prepared in advance, tied him to the bed, and blocked his mouth with a handkerchief.

The bedroom finally became quiet.

Han Wenshan clasped his hands behind his back, glanced at Dao Jinfeng with disdain, and said disdainfully: "Stop dreaming! Is my Han family's property something that a dirty woman like you can care about? Even if he dies, I will not let you do this. A woman of this kind comes into the door and insults the lintel!"

"That's your biological son, why are you so cruel?" Dao Jinfeng didn't believe it.

"He's just a useless prodigal! He's not that important to my Han family!" Han Wenshan's expression was indifferent.

Dao Jinfeng was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, but was still not fooled: "You think I can't tell? If you really don't care about Han Junhao, would you deliberately set this trap?"

"You are right, after all, he is my son, and I will not ignore him." A sneer appeared on Han Wenshan's face, "But there must be a limit, and it must not touch the bottom line of my Han family! "

We have agreed that he should show his indifference towards Han Junhao in front of Dao Jinfeng, but I can't tell that the expression on his face when he says this is fake.

Dao Jinfeng's eyes became unbelievable.

"Don't try to deceive me. I don't believe anyone would watch their own son die."

"My son is gone, he can be reborn." Han Wenshan's expression became increasingly cold.

Men can regenerate in their sixties or seventies, let alone Han Wenshan who is less than fifty.

Dao Jinfeng was completely stunned.

I saw it almost, and I made a subtle but quick eye contact with Han Wenshan, and said, "Did you hear that? Even if you threaten Young Master Han's life, it will be useless. You will only lose one life in vain."

This is a kind of test to see if Dao Jinfeng is relaxed in his heart.

Dao Jinfeng said nothing, and his restless eyes kept moving around.

"Everyone is so unhappy. Even if you marry into the Han family in the future, your life will not be easy. Why bother? It will not be good for everyone if the stalemate continues!" I continued.

"Instead of fighting to the death, let's make a deal."

"What deal?" Dao Jinfeng stared at me.

"You remove the poison for Young Master Han, and Mr. Han will also give you some compensation. Everyone will pretend that they have never seen each other before. Everyone is fine and no one loses. Aren't we all happy?"

I throw out temptations.

"I touched his son, and President Han let me go so easily?" Dao Jinfeng really didn't believe it that easily.

But obviously her heart was relaxed. A person who coveted wealth was also afraid of life and death. She was just worried that she would be settled by Han Wenshan if she let Han Junhao go.

I smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about this. After all, he is his biological son. Who would watch his son die unless it is a last resort?"

"Why should I trust you?"

"Mr. Han can guarantee you this."

Han Wenshan nodded to Dao Jinfeng.

"Hmph, who doesn't know how to talk?" Dao Jinfeng snorted coldly, "I've seen a lot of things like going back on one's word! If I let Young Master Han go, won't you take revenge right away?"

"Then how can you believe it?" I'm not afraid that she won't make a counteroffer, but I'm afraid that she won't put forward conditions.

Dao Jinfeng frowned and thought for a while before saying, "Give me the money first!"

"Okay, you can tell me the number." Han Wenshan's brows twitched imperceptibly.

"Ten million!" Dao Jinfeng Lion opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of greed.

"No problem, but I don't have that much cash on hand, so I can give you five million first." Han Wenshan said happily.

"Don't do this! You, the dignified second master of the Han family, don't even have 10 million? There's no negotiation. Either you give 10 million, or we all die together!" Dao Jinfeng was unwilling to give in anymore.

Han Wenshan frowned: "I really need turnaround time."

"You are not even willing to give me this little money. After all, your son is also the young master of the Han family. Isn't he even worth this little money?" Dao Jinfeng was impatient, "I think you are not sincere in the transaction, you are just fooling me! "

I was also a little confused. I finally convinced Dao Jinfeng, but I got stuck on the price.

Doesn’t Han Wenshan value money more than his son’s life?

Ten million is an astronomical figure to ordinary people, but it is just a drop in the bucket to the Han family. Is it necessary to bargain at such a critical juncture?

"I can only spend five million!" Han Wenshan was silent for a while, as if weighing the pros and cons, and finally said.

Not good!

My heart tightened.

"In this case, then you should watch your son die first!" Dao Jinfeng had a look on his face, shouted viciously, and quickly recited a spell that others could not understand.

"Ah!" Han Junhao, who was tied to the bed, groaned, and his body suddenly became straight.