"Miss Song, you're too kind, please get up." The man helped Song Anqi to sit down.
Song Anqi eagerly asked, "So when are you planning to rescue me? How do you plan to do it? Do I need to do anything?"
"Miss Song, there's no need to worry. As long as you're willing to cooperate with me, I will arrange everything."
With these words, Song Anqi felt much more at ease, nodding frequently and expressing her gratitude, her hands shaking with excitement.
A few minutes later, Song Anqi was taken back to her cell.
The middle-aged man left through the back door and walked to a Rolls-Royce that had been waiting outside the prison for a long time. The driver opened the door for him.
After getting into the car, he took off the mask on his face, and the assistant in the front passenger seat turned around and asked:
"Sir, do you really intend to rescue Song Anqi? If you attempt to rescue her, I'm afraid even a small mistake might arouse the police's suspicion. I'm worried..."
