Xia Mei looked at him incredulously. "What do you mean?" "That means if you don't obey, you're out of here!" Xia Fan lit another cigarette, which he needed to suppress his inner unrest and excitement. Fifty million was enough to get him back on his feet, and if Shen Xinglan gave him that money, he could get rid of his present life. "Mom, look at my brother!" Xia Mei complained to Qi Yahong, who was sitting nearby. Qi Yahong's eyes were red and swollen as if she were ten years old. Tears came down again when she heard Xia Mei's words. "Xiao Fan, if you can get the money, see if you can get your father out, or you can at least shorten his sentence for a few years." Xia Fan took a long drag on his cigarette. "Mom, forget about it. My father and uncle have already spent a lot of money. Otherwise, they will not be sentenced for just five years. No matter how much more money you spend, it will be useless.
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