Facing the servant's skepticism, Mu Qingli spoke indifferently, "Whether to believe or not is entirely up to Mrs. Qiao's judgment. The information I just mentioned can't be found simply by searching. Mrs. Qiao should understand this in her heart."
Hearing this, Chen Fan's expression was very complex.
The servant disdainfully muttered, "Pretending to be a god, making mischief! Madam, don't listen to her nonsense!"
Mu Qingli ignored the servant's words and took out a piece of paper from her pocket, looking at Chen Fan, "Mrs. Qiao, my contact information is on this paper. As long as you contact me within three days, I have my ways to save your son."
Chen Fan paused, then reached out to take the paper, but Mu Qingli quickly withdrew her hand, "Mrs. Qiao, to show your sincerity, please pay a deposit of one thousand yuan first."
"Just as I thought, a scam artist!" The servant's eyes widened, and she reached out to stop Chen Fan, "Madam, don't give her anything!"