Although someone like Wang Meng may have skewed views, he absolutely despises this kind of thing. Even when he walked along the gray edges in the past, he would never touch it, nor allow his subordinates to touch it.
And now, these things have appeared right in front of him, and they are meant to be administered to Song Qian'ai.
His face immediately darkened.
"Send some men to protect the one with the surname Song."
This woman is his now, so of course he has to protect her, because otherwise, with her foolishness, she wouldn't even know when she's been sold.
Wang Yi asked, "Which one with the surname Song?"
Wang Meng kicked him with his foot. "Damn, trying to play dumb here?"
Wang Yi's mouth twitched. "Boss, I just wasn't quick enough to react. I understand now, it's Miss Song, right? I'll immediately choose a few of the best fighters to send over, and I'll ensure that Miss Song remains safe and unharmed every day without even losing a strand of hair."
