Seeing that Feng Ming had been motivated by her, and she continued in an insidious way, "Kill Ye Wei! Kill the bastard! Only when they are dead, can we face our little... when we are underground... "
Fu Jin's voice came to an abrupt end, because the knife in Lu Tingchen's bodyguard's hand had been firmly put on her mouth. If she said more, she would be bloody.
No, even if she didn't speak, she began to bleed.
Sharp knife, close to her lips, pressed down hard, blood splashed.
"Wooo..."
The sharp pain made Fu Jin want to scream, but she didn't dare to open her mouth. Because if she opened her mouth a little more, the knife in the man's hand would completely pierce her mouth.
"Ah Jin!" Feng Ming's eyes turned red to split. He would like to rush to her immediately to shield all pain for her. He stepped forward, but thinking that the little boy was his biggest dependence now, he finally retreated.
If he had no hostages, he couldn't save his beloved woman!