Looking at Yao Zhiqing, Da Lin wanted to step forward, but at the last moment, he held back the impulse in his heart and continued to coldly watch the woman.
Yao Zhiqing, covering her continuously bleeding head, looked at Wu Chengzu desperately, "Wu Chengzu, what do you really want? I really want to know what's on your mind, all of our lives are in your hands now. What exactly are your plans for our future?"
Wu Chengzu comforted Wu Jingjing in his arms and said lightly, "Nothing."
Da Lin's lip curled into a sneer, he knew all along that Wu Chengzu didn't care about them at all, he didn't care about their lives or deaths.
"Nothing?" Yao Zhiqing said with a bitter smile, "Then what is the point of us following you like this?"
"The road was chosen by yourselves, what does it have to do with me?" Wu Chengzu stood up and lit a cigarette, "You should have known from the day you chose to follow me that this was a road of no return, and now I can responsibly tell you—"
