"This is all fate."
When Mr. Ning woke up, he weakly sighed.
Tong Qian and Zhang Zhi felt extremely uncomfortable in their hearts, and awkwardly said, "Sir, you must not say so, it was our negligence."
Who would have thought that wearing an identical human skin mask would still be recognized?
Mr. Ning shook his head, tugged at his lips, and said, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourselves. What's fake is fake, even with the same face, it can't surpass the ties of blood, blood is thicker than water."
Tong Qian was silent for a while, and said, "Sir, you are injured now and can't move freely, and the outside is tightly patrolled. It's better to recuperate here first; I'll contact Old Zhao and arrange for a chance to escape from the city."
Hong Chun was startled and said, "Master, it's not safe here, those people will surely come to search from time to time."
"Shut up."
Under his cold gaze, Hong Chun shivered and dared not speak further.
