Yuwen Xu was Qin Yuze's good friend, the two had known each other for many years, and together they had founded the Navi studio.
Unlike Qin Yuze's capricious and spontaneous nature, Yuwen Xu was exceptionally steady and calm, his face always composed.
In all their years of acquaintance, Qin Yuze had never seen any overt expression on Yuwen Xu's face.
One might say his face could remain unchanged even if Mount Tai crumbled before him.
Qin Yuze stopped what he was doing, his eyes still blood-red from indulging in violence as he fixed his gaze firmly on Xu Yiqiang.
"If he doesn't spill the whereabouts of his brother today, he's not getting out that door!"
"He's scum, you're not, you don't need to soil yourself over someone like him."
As Yuwen Xu spoke, he took out a clean handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully bandaged Qin Yuze's scarred hands.
Aze fought as if he had no concern for his own life, not knowing when to stop even as his own hands were covered in wounds.
