Seeing Feng Huang's hand, he knew it; Shen Yu must be in Feng Huang's hands.
In this world, apart from Rui Kun and Shen Yu, who else could cure Feng Huang's hand?
"If they're in Feng Huang's hands…" Jian Xi bit her lip, incredibly distressed.
"We must rescue them!"
Nan Mufeng responded without hesitation.
Jian Xi looked up at him.
"Third Brother has helped us a lot, and Luo Yan is a good girl. We must save them," Nan Mufeng said.
Gratefully, Jian Xi rubbed her eyes: "You can still regret it now... just leave me..."
"Unless I'm dead! No, even in death, I won't leave you." Nan Mufeng kissed Jian Xi's forehead forcefully, "We are husband and wife, we should share both joy and hardship."
In the past, she was the one working for him. Now, it's his turn to work for her!
Jian Xi nodded, but her heart felt weighed down by a thousand pounds.
She wasn't a sentimental person; she never feared death. She only feared bringing harm to him and their son...
