At this moment, Rong Yanqiao finally understood why Song Yu always had that calm and collected expression.
Song Yu's wound was on her neck, which explained her reason for being released from prison.
"I don't want to waste words with you now either."
Finally calming down, Song Yu, holding her neck, spoke in a much quieter voice.
She looked at Rong Yanqiao, "Tell me, when will Rong Qingze come to save you?"
Seeing Rong Yanqiao remain silent, Song Yu continued, "Don't make me wait too long. Otherwise, if my patience runs out, you'll be the one who suffers."
Just as she finished speaking, someone ran up to her from outside the door.
"Miss Song, the person you're waiting for has arrived."
Song Yu nodded and said, "Tell Rong Qingze, if he wants to save Rong Yanqiao, he must come in alone."
The person at the door left.
Rong Yanqiao couldn't help but wonder, would Rong Qingze really come in alone?
He surely knows that Song Yu's hate for him now exceeds her love.
