"What are you scared of?" said He Qingyang softly. "Zhengbai is your son, so is he my son."
He continued, "How can I let anything happen to him?"
He Zhengbai did not say a word. After Yang Lin heard this, she asked, "Then do you have a plan? Can you promise that nothing will happen to Zhengbai?"
He Zhengbai also looked at He Qingyang anxiously.
"We rent a house first," said He Qingyang. "Find those clueless landlords or those that don't require a tenant ID. Many people will skip a lot of steps to save costs. A shabby last-minute accommodation for those migrant workers to stay in is fine too.
"Give some money and rent it for some time," said He Qingyang. "Then, get Lu Qi there and light it on fire, burning her to death.
"If she turns to ash, what can they investigate?" said He Qingyang. "Even the room you stayed in, no matter what trace you leave, it will be burned to a crisp by the flames. By then, who can they connect it to?"
