The surgery had to continue.
Elder Huo was keeping Song Yaoyao company. She opened her palms slowly and realized it was wet and covered in a layer of cold sweat.
She didn't want Song Wenchuan to die.
The escalator dinged and opened again. The man leading the way was followed by an entourage as he hurried out.
Huo Ningxi was originally leaning against the wall, slowly rubbing his wrists. When he saw the arriving man, he immediately stood upright. "Small Uncle."
"Where is she?"
Huo Yunque lifted his hand to undo the buttons on his shirt and looked over. The girl was standing beside Elder Huo in one piece.
He clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Song Yaoyao."
He pursed his lips and walked quickly.
The bodyguards that he brought along surrounded the entire area.
For these people, the Song Family's bodyguards were far from enough.
