Jiang Yang's brows knitted together. He glanced at Wei Anning and spoke in a threatening tone, "Can't you see that Miss Commander is seriously ill? If she catches more wind, her condition could worsen. Can you afford to bear that responsibility?"
Wei Anning immediately cooperated by coughing a few times, her voice carrying a gut-wrenching pain that made everyone listening uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. We are handling official matters and can't let the fugitive escape, or I won't be able to explain it to His Highness." The soldier glanced at Wei Anning, who turned her head to the other side. The window on her side was locked, and there was a dark film on the glass, making it impossible for those outside to see her face clearly.
