"Fu Chi?"
Jiang Ruan's throat suddenly felt dry, tugging at a deep unease within her.
"Don't worry, there are no surveillance cameras here, nothing can go wrong."
Fu Chi released her, but he still tightly held her cold little hand, his voice steady and calm beyond belief.
Jiang Ruan moistened her throat, lowered her eyes to look at her hand he was holding and truthfully told him: "I hurt someone. I crippled a person's hand and almost killed him."
While saying these words, a faint tension and expectation twisted in her heart.
She naturally knew that these people couldn't hurt her and she wouldn't have had to exert too much effort to deal with them, but she just wanted to know what he was thinking.
She stared intently at the beautiful face of the man in front of her, but she couldn't detect any emotion. The look in his eyes was as refine and calm as ever, causing no stir.