Qi Taiguo looked at the person before him, smiling with a rascal's grin, the stern and cold hardness on his face when he was unconscious was nowhere to be seen—it was completely the look of a scoundrel. Could it be that he really saw the person wrong, just as Cheng Su had said, that having spent his days hunting geese, a goose had finally pecked his eyes?
"Who are you?"
Ning Ge put on a pitiful look, lifted his hands, and said, "Big brother, could you undo the ropes on my hands first? Being tied up like this can lead to poor circulation and cause death! You're a good man, if you're going to save someone, save them all the way. Help me get these ropes off first, then we can talk, okay? If I were to kick the bucket because of poor circulation, that would really let down your good intentions of saving me."
"Stop running your mouth—tell me, who are you? How did you end up in that small grove?" Qi Taiguo shouted.
