The members of the Feng Family first looked delighted to hear Jiang Xinghai's words, but their expressions quickly stiffened.
'Is Jiang Xinghai going back on his word?'
'Or does he have some new objective? Is he deliberately trying to toy with them?'
Unfazed by the shifting expressions of the Feng Family, Jiang Xinghai calmly walked to the entrance of the hall and silently lit a cigarette.
This was also his way of gauging the Feng Family's attitude—the only way to test if they were truly trustworthy.
If they didn't trust him, then he wouldn't have the Feng Family assist him either.
But he had promised to save Feng Zhuoran, and he would not go back on his word.
"Thank you, Uncle Jiang!"
A smile spread across Feng Zhuoran's deathly pale cheeks, and a spark of light returned to her somewhat vacant eyes.
She was very weak, but her words were filled with sincerity.
