"Is one hundred thousand enough? Give me your card number, and I'll wire you one hundred thousand once I get out,"
"You talk prettier than you sing. What if you don't pay me? Then we lose both the person and the money," Er Gouzi stopped wasting words with Ye Ranran and waved his hand, signaling everyone to grab her.
"Don't hurt my sister." Song Ze stood in front of Ye Ranran.
"So I shouldn't hurt her, but I can hurt you? Go ahead, beat him."
Sticks and fists landed on Song Ze, and Ye Ranran's eyes reddened: "Stop, all of you stop."
If Song Ze had been normal, he would not have ended up like this, but the current Song Ze, with immature mental faculties, how could he be a match for those people?
Watching the stick fall on Song Ze, Ye Ranran's eyes slowly turned blood red, her nails deeply embedding into the flesh of the person holding her.
Her heart chilled to the extreme, yet she couldn't cry out a word.