Tong Airui didn't dare go upstairs directly. His hand, trembling with excitement, stayed in his pants pocket—he was afraid his wife might notice something was off.
Hair. Someone urgently needed his wife's hair!
The person who needed the hair was from Haotian! Because the account for the money transfer belonged to that Haotian hospital that traded in human organs.
What do they need hair for? DNA testing! The moment Tong Airui finished reading the letter, this was the thought that burst into his mind. He trusted his instincts!
Haotian Empress! Nancy! Luowa!
Everything started connecting…
Tong Airui anxiously pulled out his phone. "Old Eight, where are you guys?"
"Laiwang Island."
"All the way there? Why don't you just fly to the heavens!"
"Haha… I'd love to fly, but sadly, I'm not an astronaut."
"When are you coming back?"
"Fourth Brother, let me tell you, Danton's luck is insane—he wins every single gamble! We're planning to win a yacht and ride that back."
