Just as Yue Xi's men were about to rush forward, Feng Rong pulled Yue Han's hair forcefully and roughly. With a crazy and ferocious smile on her face, she warned lightly, "I'll throw him down if you come any closer!"
At this moment, Yue Han's entire body was covered in blood. His bloody appearance looked especially terrifying.
He, who had long lost the ability to resist, was grabbed by Feng Rong like a rag doll.
Yue Xi hurriedly got someone to stop in their tracks and said in a compromised tone, "Alright, alright, alright! I won't get close. Little girl, let's talk things out. Let him go now. I'll give you whatever you want."
"Really?" Feng Rong raised her eyebrows and asked.
Yue Xi immediately nodded. "I'll keep my word. There are so many people here. They can testify for you."
"Then can you return my mother to me?" Feng Rong tilted her head and asked sarcastically.
