She quickly withdrew her hand, which was held by Bai Jingqing. She ran over to Bai Mo, yelling, "Xiao Mo, wake up..."
Bai Mo opened his eyes, and looked at the familiar face with disbelief, whispering, "Sis, am I dreaming?"
"No, it's me who came to see you. How are you?" Bai Qianqian looked at her brother's hand hanging mid-air, the wrist was already bruised and had turned black and purple.
"Put him down first," ordered Beiming Han.
The guard, who was under Beiming Yu's command, promptly carried out the order and laid Bai Mo down.
Bai Mo collapsed as if he was a worn-out doll, he was too exhausted, as if he had experienced death once.
Bai Jingqing looked at Bai Qianqian's distressed expression, his eyebrows furrowed deep. But it wasn't the time to express concern. He asked Bai Mo, "Bai Mo, tell us what exactly is going on? Have you done anything that's disloyal to our country? What is this about you transporting secrets?"
