Song Yi squats there, her fox-like eyes calm and unruffled, staring at the man with the surname Wen.
They say his name is Wen Heshang.
Wen Heshang is full of panic, swallows hard, doesn't speak, trembling all over, not knowing whether he dares not speak or has been frightened into silence.
In the business world, those in high positions play games of deception and mental tactics, where a single misstep can lead to imprisonment, ruining a lifetime of prospects and reputation.
But now, the game is real guns and bullets, the real storm and bloodshed, one wrong word and you could be gone immediately.
In Wen Xianghe's ear, he hears Jiang Yan negotiating, his words firm, not allowing any rebuttal.
If the so-called younger brother is not released, he will indeed have to die.
He doesn't want to die, not at all.
Song Yi licks her lips, she doesn't move, just quietly stares at Wen Xianghe, her eyes cold and bewildering, devoid of any emotional color.
She thinks... she thinks...
