A servant came in from outside, whispered something into Liao Dongxing's ear, and Liao Dongxing turned to Wen Ran. The smile in his eyes a moment ago was replaced by a cold and ruthless expression, each word piercing her heart like a sharp dagger: "Humph, Mo Xiuchen has actually stooped so low as to kidnap my wife and son, Wen Ran, tell me, how should I make him willingly die for you tonight?"
Wen Ran was taken aback, a strong sense of anger erupted in her tearful eyes as she glared hatefully at Liao Dongxing. Her mouth was gagged and she could not speak. But hearing Liao Dongxing's words, she felt a wave of coldness in her heart.
Given his cruel manner, even if Mo Xiuchen tried to threaten him with his wife and child, it likely wouldn't work.
She had a feeling that at a critical moment, this man would abandon his wife and child and only save himself.
"Have you arranged what I asked for?"
Liao Dongxing turned to ask his subordinate, who immediately nodded in response.
