Wang Yuan didn't notice the heartache in Mingshu's eyes and hung her head in shame, fidgeting with her fingers, "I'm... I'm so sorry, Sister Wen, it's all my fault that you're involved."
It's no wonder everyone says beauty can lead one astray, the ancients never lied to her!
Wuu! She'll never trust good-looking people again!
Unless... unless they looked like Daoist Wen Su, then she might grudgingly believe them.
Wen Zhiyi sighed, patted her on the shoulder, "What's done is done, it's no use talking about it now, we should think about what to do next."
As soon as the current situation was mentioned, Wang Yuan couldn't help but frown deeply, lowering her voice and looking around nervously, "Where... where exactly are they taking us?"
She unconsciously clutched at her sleeve, looking up earnestly, "Or... Or shall I talk to them? My father may lack other things, but not money! To ransom the three of us... should be enough!"
