Mo Wen crushed the cross with a palm strike, then he carried Wang Yinru down from it. He checked Wang Yinru's injuries in detail. Instantly, his face turned sullen, with a terrifying, cold look in his eyes. Wang Yinru was on the brink of death. If he had come a day later, she would probably have been dead.
He took a deep breath. A glimpse of remorse flashed in his eyes. He had never thought that this kind of thing would happen. Originally, he thought that since he had killed Jiang Quanfu, Wang Yinru wouldn't face any danger alone. However, an accident had still happened.