The black shirt on his body perfectly covered his old wounds. She really did not want to see him covered in blood again.
But Anhao's eyes were fixed on the gun in his hand, afraid that he would really do that!
"Let her go." This was Zuo Hancheng's next sentence. His voice was slow and deep.
Anhao was tied to a chair, and she could clearly see the coldness and sharpness in Zuo Hancheng's eyes. There was a storm in his eyes, and it was as dark as a dark cloud.
Anhao's voice was already hoarse from the emotional torture of the afternoon. She was also in so much pain that she could barely speak after cursing Gu Shishi. She opened her mouth and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her voice had changed from threatening and hateful to pleading."Don't…Please... Zuo Hancheng…Don't..."
Gu Shishi looked coldly at the direction of the sound and did not move.
"I've already agreed to your conditions. Let Anhao go first."Zuo Hancheng's deep voice rang out again.
