Rong Jian's lips trembled, but no words came. It was his mother, Madam Liu, who stepped forward. Her face was pale, her hands clenched tightly. "We are not letting you into our home. We saw too many police officers that never helped."
Liwu replied softly, "You have my sympathies. It is okay, we can stay out here and just talk. Maybe we can begin with something simple like the ransom demand and amount."
"I will tell you the same thing we told the police back then," she said softly. "It was 5,250,960. We had money, we could have paid, but because my daughter-in-law called the police, my grandson died."
Rong Jian closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Mom," he called out in a pained voice, "He died because of the asthma, please, stop blaming it on my wife."
He Xiao Yi was convinced more than ever that the victims were connected. He raised his phone, and showed Rong Jian the pictures of the parents of the other kidnapped children. "Do you know them?"
