"Mr. Hong, don't blame us for not helping you. We just don't want to risk our lives." After speaking, Zhou Qian swung his arm and strode out of the room.
As Zhou Qian and Ren Han left, Hong Wei slumped into the chair like a deflated balloon.
Ling Chen smiled. Zhou Qian and Ren Han were indeed sensible and didn't oppose him. After closing the door, Ling Chen casually walked up to Hong Wei, brought over a chair, and sat down.
"Mr. Hong, I think we need to have a chat."
Hong Wei looked at Ling Chen weakly, "You won't let me go, will you?"
"You shouldn't have sent someone to assassinate Nanrong Wanqing. Didn't you know she's under my protection? If you hadn't done this, maybe I would have considered sparing you."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Hong Wei's eyes. He quickly said, "It wasn't me who wanted to kill her; it was someone else... someone else made me do it."
"Who? Tell me the name."
