Qiao Yiyi looked at Liang Liang with a complicated expression.
When she saw Liang Liang was about to shout for her, she actually felt a sense of sadness.
She had nothing to do with Liang Liang.
But he still cared so much about her ... Perhaps it wasn't because he cared, but because he felt guilty.
Qiao Yiyi smiled and shook her head. She reached out her hand.
Her hands were wrapped in bandages, but it was obvious that they had been treated.
She looked at Liang Liang and said,"don't forget what I do for a living."
That's right, don't forget who she was.
She was Wu Hen, a godly thief.
Picking the lock was a piece of cake for her!
Even if the fire rushed over and the entire cell was like an iron wall, she could still run out from the door.
It was just that the big iron door was burning hot, and his hand was injured when he unlocked it.
The people outside wanted to kill her.
