"If that's true, I'll fulfill all the conditions you set. Just hand him over to me!" Luo Ye cocked a single corner of his mouth.
A group of people surrounded Xiang Yimo and Zhong Lingling like a net closing in.
After all, Zhong Lingling was a woman. At such a moment, she had no other thoughts; all she wanted was to give her Silver Needle to anyone who dared approach her.
That was her only means of self-defense.
Watching Xiang Aoran, who was holding a large syringe, step closer.
Xiang Yimo suddenly picked up Zhong Lingling and slung her over his shoulder.
Even a sick person, when faced with danger, would instinctively summon the energy from within their body.
Zhong Lingling could never have anticipated that with a stomp from Yimo, the bedroom floor suddenly collapsed.
Xiang Yimo, carrying her, fell directly into the underground passage.
In the endless darkness, Zhong Lingling screamed incessantly, but luckily, as Xiang Yimo held her tightly, she wasn't too scared.