Zhou Liang saw his condition and felt a sharp ache in his heart.
Ningxia Chuan was also feeling uncomfortable.
Tang Si rested his head against the headboard, his Adam's apple moved subtly, his tone calm and devoid of any discernible emotion: "He got away, did he?"
Simple four words, all aligned on a parallel line, yet they conveyed a sense of powerlessness, helplessness, and exhaustion.
And carried an air of stability and restraint.
It's like he had an opinion, he had something, that sense of steadiness.
But if you think about it, if he had a solution, would he risk his life to keep that person?
Zhou Liang's eyes instantly reddened: "Boss, I'm sorry..."
"We didn't know that bastard had planted a bomb nearby." Zhou Liang said: "The incident happened suddenly; the two of us could only drag you and run for our lives."
"Otherwise, we'd be blown to bits."
Tang Si opened his eyes, avoiding the question, and asked: "Has Director Cheng arrived?"
