Yamamoto Yu's attitude towards Ji Wei was quite unique, and he even nearly took her in as an adopted daughter. Miyata had heard this from Beichuan. If Ji Wei were to die right in front of him, he truly didn't know how to explain it.
Miyata disliked being threatened. His brows knitted tightly, but the current situation left him no room for such preferences.
He kept a cold face and pondered for a long time before finally letting out a sigh: "Fine, I can agree. As long as you obediently come with us."
The shard of porcelain in Ji Wei's hand remained pressed against her neck as she looked toward the direction of the living room.
There, Xi Nanfeng was still being held at gunpoint by men in black.
"Tell your men to lower their guns first!" Ji Wei ordered coldly.
Miyata reluctantly waved his hand behind him.
The two men in black standing near Xi Nanfeng grudgingly lowered their guns.
