"Feel free to ask," Wu Yiyu said.
When he was reduced to being at someone else's mercy, he lacked the courage to break his promise. For many times, death was not the most unbearable pain.
Jiang Wang didn't know what Lin Youxie was going to ask, but the case was about to end soon, and Lin Youxie was about to be cut loose. It wasn't necessary to offend her at this point, so he maintained a tacit approval.
Zhongxuan Xin was completely guided by his "Brother Jiang."
But Lin Youxie slowly walked to a position facing Wu Yiyu, staring directly into his eyes.
She was half a head shorter than Wu Yiyu, but as their eyes met, hers carried an imposing and sharp scrutiny from above.
"You have connections with Hell Has No Door, don't you?" she asked.
Wu Yiyu's expression grew even more bitter. "I didn't expect that to be no secret."
