Song Anqi was taken out.

The meeting place was very secluded, not the usual visitation room for relatives, but a room she had never been to before, led by an instructor.

She thought it was her father, Song Huaizhong, who was going to see her, and she felt a bit expectant, wanting to ask about her mother’s health.

However, to her surprise and astonishment, the person meeting her was not her father, but someone else altogether.

It was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and because he wore a mask, she couldn’t see his face clearly.

Yet his beard and eyebrows were all gray, and his slanted eyebrows were raised, combined with his bright eyes, he appeared full of energy.

Moreover, he was dressed in a well-made Zhongshan suit, indicating his distinguished status at a glance.

But Song Anqi racked her brain and still couldn’t figure out who this middle-aged man might be.

She was certain that the eyes of this middle-aged man looked somewhat familiar, but who he was, she couldn’t recall at the moment. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

While she was pondering, she heard the middle-aged man speak.

"Miss Song, how’s your experience of prison life? Not easy, right? Want to hear a suggestion from me?"

It was clear that the middle-aged man wasn’t the type to beat around the bush; he went straight to the point.

She furrowed her brows and asked, "Who are you to me? Why are you so kind to give me advice? And I’ve never seen you before, why should I listen to you?"

Being so mysterious, and wearing a mask—could he be someone significant in the Imperial City?

The man let out a low chuckle and said, "Who I am is not important; what’s important is that I know Miss Song will soon be transferred to a labor camp on the outskirts of the city. That place is dark and damp all year round, quite remote and hidden away from the city, making it difficult to find. Without a contact inside, life will be very hard. Moreover, it’s a mixed prison, for a beauty like Miss Song..."

He paused deliberately, then gently lifted his hand and rhythmically tapped the armrest of the chair.

After a moment of silence, he stood up and removed the mask from his face.

"Miss Song is right; since I’m here to see you, I should show sincerity. Otherwise, how can we discuss business?"

Song Anqi furrowed her brows, looking up at that face.

Upon that glance, her eyes widened in shock, speechless for a long time.

When she finally snapped out of it, she stared in disbelief, "It’s you?! How can you..."

The man put the mask back on, "Miss Song, I sympathize with your family’s plight. After all, our families have been friends for generations. Now that the Song Family is in trouble, I can’t just sit back without helping."

Song Anqi’s heart leaped with joy, "Can you get me out?"

But how could it be possible? Her sentencing had already been announced, and in a few days, she would be transferred to the outskirts to begin serving her sentence.

The man said confidently, "Getting you out is not difficult. Since I dared to make this offer, I naturally have my own ways. You just need to tell me if you want to get out, be reborn, and seek revenge for your Song Family?"

Upon hearing this, Song Anqi was overjoyed.

He must have connections to be able to bribe the people in the prison and gain entry to see her at this critical moment.

Even if he might not have such capabilities, at this point, she had no choice but to grasp at straws.

The next second, Song Anqi knelt down in front of him with a thud, "I want to get out! Please, save me, you must save me. As long as you can save me, my life will be yours! Whatever you say, I’ll do it!"

That was exactly the answer the man wanted.

A cold smile with a hint of conspiracy appeared at the corner of his mouth as he stood up and helped Song Anqi to her feet.