"Brother Xu, I'll leave this person to you. Handle him as you see fit!" Xia Wan casually pulled out the silver needle from Wen Shu's hand, leaving no blood trace, just a tiny red dot.
Wen Shu, in pain, clenched his hand, wanting to curse out loud but was intimidated by Xia Wan's methods.
He pursed his lips, showing a wronged expression.
Xia Wan got up to leave.
Since Wen Shu knew nothing, they had to find other clues.
Just as Xia Wan took two steps, Wen Shu spoke, "Xia Wan, where is that stupid woman Xia Ru now?"
Xia Wan paused, turned back to look at Wen Shu, "Why are you looking for her?"
Wen Shu gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for that stupid woman, how would I have ended up like this! I need to find her and teach her a harsh lesson to quell my resentment!"
Even in his current plight, Wen Shu still showed no remorse.
Xia Wan ignored him and continued walking out.
