Lin Feng looked at the tall, fierce muscleman before him and the disheveled woman he was carrying, a subtle, intriguing smile appearing on his lips.
However, after Wang Chen respectfully finished speaking, he still nodded in response:
"If you hadn't mentioned it, I might have almost forgotten about this. Since you're sincere, let it stay."
Wang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, instructing his men to park the vehicle next to the Rock Horse Battle Car, then tossed the woman onto the iron side passage of the battle car.
Tian Wanrong lay trembling before Lin Feng, like a heap of mud, seemingly resigned to her fate after days of torment.
Maintaining a respectful demeanor, Wang Chen forced a smile and said:
"Lord Lin, what these people did has nothing to do with me. Even Li Chengwu, the steward appointed to my team, was assigned by the Li Family just to monitor me."
"I hope you can see through this, my lord."
