He was still dressed in his usual noble attire: a black coat, iron gray suit, matching waistcoat, and a white shirt, exuding an imposing aura.
Jin Jumo's nose inexplicably tingled, but her eyes filled with a hint of a smile, "Mr. Rong."
Her usually sweet and gentle voice was now severely hoarse.
Rong Mochen's frown deepened as he opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his broad hand gently stroking her hair, "It's all over now."
Jin Jumo said nothing, obediently nestling against his chest.
Through the fabric, Rong Mochen seemed to feel the wetness spreading on her chest.
His breathing suddenly became heavy, his dark eyes narrowed and fierce.
Rong Mochen turned to glance at Lei Yicheng, who had his foot on Han Feng's throat, and sneered coldly, "Leave Han Feng to me. The others..."
Lei Yicheng pursed his lips, "There are rules in the underworld. Boss Rong, leave this matter to me. I will give you a satisfactory result."
