Zijing Thorn saw Ren Feng stop, a cold sneer in his eyes.
"Ren Feng, I didn't expect this woman to become your shackle. In this line of work, there shouldn't be women, or they'll only be weaknesses." Zijing Thorn sneered, "It's just a pity you didn't remember this rule."
Zijing Thorn clapped his hands, and Ren Feng's gaze turned to the distance, where two subordinates were pushing Xia Wenxue, who was tied to a chair, out.
Xia Wenxue seemed not to have been abused. Although there was urgency on her charming face, her red lips and small face were still so exquisite.
Ren Feng's gaze sharpened, Xia Wenxue was tied to a wheelchair, unable to move, and Xia Wenxue's gaze also turned towards Ren Feng.
Their eyes met in the air, and Ren Feng visibly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she's okay.
And Xia Wenxue's eyes also held a sense of surprise; when a person is desperate, they always hope someone can come to save them.
