An Mingji concealed the hidden danger in his eyes, lifted his foot, and stepped into the cage, approaching Mao Minlan step by step.
The person wielding the instruments of torture tonight was rather skilled.
Even though Xing Wenming and Mao Minlan were half-dead from the beatings, they still maintained a clear head.
Seeing An Mingji approaching, Mao Minlan reacted as if seeing a Demon, her bound body lightly trembling in the air, as if trying to avoid his approach.
"No, don't come over, don't..."
She was truly terrified.
During this time, she had suffered extreme physical and mental torment.
An Mingji's face showed a mocking, disdainful smile.
You could only hear his melodious yet dangerous voice resonate: "Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on you; you're not worth getting my hands dirty."
Sister Ajin didn't like his hands stained with blood.
The young man stood in front of Mao Minlan, his eyes curiously and eerily examining her.
