Ling Chongsheng sneered viciously as if he heard a joke, "Save her? Her injuries are all thanks to you. And you dare say you're saving her, do you really think I, Ling Chongsheng, am as easily fooled as a three-year-old child?"
"We only wanted to save Jian Wu, but at that moment, your subordinate suddenly opened fire on your wife. To avoid misunderstanding, we had to take her away and try our best to save her," Hao Yansen explained coldly.
For some reason, he did not stress too much, his tone calm and unhurried, inexplicably imparting a convincing feeling.
But no matter what, Ling Chongsheng was unwilling to believe that Hen Fei would harm Liao Hanyan.
"My own subordinate, actually kill my wife? Ha, do you believe your subordinates would do this to your wife?"
"If we wanted to kill her, we wouldn't need to take her away."
