Meng Qiancheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he said in a voice audible only to the two of them, "Live as a cripple for the rest of your life, and Zhou Lin will feel guilty for the rest of his life, which is quite good."
"You..." Her gaze flicked towards Cheng Zhiwei, and she was about to speak when Meng Qiancheng swiftly covered her mouth, "If you dare to run your mouth, I'll cut out your tongue before I send you back."
Fear slid through Seo Zhenzhen's eyes, and she dared not utter half a word.
Meng Qiancheng stood up with a cold sneer, "Zhou Lin, haven't you decided yet?"
"Exchange for Seo Zhenzhen." Zhou Lin glanced at his phone, his expression slightly relaxing.
Reinforcements were about to arrive, and even if Meng Qiancheng started the boat and fled immediately, it would be too late.
Therefore, he said the words "exchange for Seo Zhenzhen" with nonchalance.
