Wen Mian furrowed her brows, her heart trembling.
She approached with trembling legs, but several bodyguards quickly blocked her way.
They didn't let Wen Mian anywhere near.
Mo Xiaoqi's face was already tear-streaked, and at that moment, she had no concern for her appearance.
"We can't go to Mr. Pei, he's doing this on purpose, just to negotiate with Mr. Pei. I don't want to involve Mr. Pei, please, don't go find him!"
Behind her, Ninth Master remained as calm as ever.
He seemed unaffected by Mo Xiaoqi's pleas.
The man even took a deep breath and blew out a clearly visible smoke ring.
After a while, he said, "It's okay, you don't have to go, but Mo Xiaoqi will remain captured."
Ninth Master gestured, and the bodyguards clustered forward, moving towards Mo Xiaoqi.
Wen Mian didn't know what these people intended to do.
But a row of men taller than one meter ninety standing there was intimidating enough.
"Wait, wait!"
