"Mo Yan, start the car," the man ordered coldly.
Mo Yan looked at Li Qianrui, still being held hostage, "President, your wife..."
Zhou Jin glanced at him with lifted eyelids, "If you want to drive, just drive; if not, get lost."
Mo Yan...
Mo Yan pressed the accelerator, and the luxury car sped away.
Li Qianrui watched the luxury car fading into the distance; Zhou Jin really left, he didn't save her.
Although she had already anticipated the outcome, a warmth filled her eyes, and large teardrops began to fall. Was she really going to die just like this?
But she couldn't accept it.
She, Li Qianrui, should not have such an ending.
At that moment, a white sedan came to a stop, and a man in black opened the rear door, "Boss, hurry and get this little beauty into the car. Even though we didn't take Zhou Jin, taking his wife is still worth it."
"Haha, yes, once we get back, we can truly enjoy this little beauty..."
