After speaking, the little pillow was ready to turn and leave.
And at that moment, Lin Mengyao, who had been silent all along, rushed forward, grabbed the little pillow's small hand, and asked with a face full of concern, "Pillow, is Chen Feng... alright?"
"I'm not sure for now, but please don't worry, Sister Mengyao. Pillow is going to help Brother Chen Feng, and Brother Chen Feng will definitely be fine!"
The little pillow shook its head and said with a smile.
"Pillow, you're so capable, you must protect Chen Feng and make sure he's safe!"
Lin Mengyao still seemed a bit uneasy as she instructed.
In her heart, she felt truly guilty.
Although no one blamed her.
But she believed all of this was her responsibility.
Because if it weren't for her.
Chen Feng wouldn't have come to Beijing, nor would he have gone to the Zhao Family, and naturally wouldn't have fallen into such a trap.
So now Lin Mengyao's intestines were almost turning green with regret.
