It was Shi Yuhuan's gaze that gave Zhan Jie hope. She felt that Shi Yuhuan cared for her; otherwise, he wouldn't pay attention solely to her in this moment, completely disregarding Song Qinghuan.
Four-Finger glared at him, "Quit the noise, or I'll kill you first."
A murderous glint flashed through his eyes. Shi Yuhuan's expression turned suddenly anxious, and he instinctively said, "As long as you let her go, I'll give you whatever you want."
At his words, Zhan Jie's tears instantly fell.
She never expected Shi Yuhuan to care for her this much. She looked at him tenderly, tears pouring down her cheeks in emotion.
Meanwhile, Song Qinghuan felt a creeping chill over her body, as if she was an extraneous person that Shi Yuhuan didn't even bother to glance at.
"If I let her go, it means I should leave her alone? Is that what you mean?" Four-Finger looked at Song Qinghuan, asking with a laugh.
