From now on, anyone who lay a finger on Su Yue, he wouldn't let off.
Ming Ansheng took huge strides to his car and ordered his driver to speed off.
The car flew across the expressway, and Ming Ansheng's heart was palpitating wildly. How he wished he could fly right to Su Yue.
He seemed to hear her voice in his head.
Her pleas for help.
The scene of him finding her when she was kidnapped the previous time filled his mind.
He didn't know when his hands had clenched into fists, nails digging into his flesh.
He couldn't imagine what torture Su Yue was in.
He knew that Tang Feiling was hot-headed and brainless. Now, Yueyue… How was she now…?
His anger boiled the more he thought about it.
'Yueyue, hang in there. Uncle Ming is coming to save you.'
…
Su Yue didn't know how many times she had lost consciousness. It hurt every time her heart beats.
