He looked down at her, his face cold. "Where are they?"
He wouldn't let anyone who dared to harm her get away.
"I knocked them unconscious." Jian Qing's eyes curved, not at all like the fierce Shura she had been before.
He raised an eyebrow at that. "Didn't kill them?"
"They should still be savable." She chuckled.
Quan Yifei listened silently to their conversation, a look of exasperation on her face. Was it really appropriate to discuss this in front of the police?
The corner of her eye caught a glance at Officer Wang, who was standing not far away. Seeing the indescribable look on his face, she felt a twinge of sympathy for him.
Song Xirou looked at the two people embracing each other, the deep-seated hatred in her eyes surging uncontrollably. From beginning to end, his eyes only contained her. He didn't even ask a single question about the old Mrs. Quan and the others. Is Jian Qing that important to him?
