Upon receiving Chen Wei's apology, Tang Qing could only weakly lift her head and say in a faint voice, "It's not too late, you're the first."
Hearing her words, what Chen Wei first felt was not relief, but a burning rage.
His fingers clasped the handcuffs, and with a little effort, he directly crushed them into several pieces.
Then, cradling the collapsing Tang Qing from the metal pole with both arms, he walked straight toward Tian Qiliang, or more precisely, to the couch beside him.
Gently laying down the half-asleep, half-awake Tang Qing, with utmost care as if handling a delicate porcelain, afraid that even a slight knock or bump might harm her.
This kid! He's really not putting me in his eyes at all!
Tian Qiliang came back to his senses from his daze. Just a second ago, he had been so shocked by Chen Wei's contempt that he was frozen in place, unable to move.
When he finally reacted, he felt that Chen Wei did not take him seriously at all, which made him very angry.
