Chapter 3211 (1/2)

Chapter 22 Ji Feng's Conjecture

In the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Wu Zhiyong was dressing.

He was standing sideways, and because of his lame leg, he had to keep his back straight in order to stand without a crutch, which was no doubt quite strenuous.

In addition, he had just gone through a vigorous exercise which had consumed a large amount of his physical strength … The amount of stamina required to beat someone wasn't much less than the number of people who had been beaten up.

This was especially the case since his body had suffered a great deal of damage during this period of time. Even until now, he had not fully recovered. Now, after expending such a large amount of energy, he could not help but gasp for breath and break out in a cold sweat.

However, the weaker he felt, the more Wu Zhizhong hated the warmth.

No matter how much he tortured and warmed up her, she would not open her mouth. She was not willing to say why she was so vicious back then.

Wu Zhizhong did not try to force her to speak again, even though he had just seen her death look, and it was similar to how she was torturing him. He wanted to give it all to her and see how long she could last.

However, when he heard the pitiful screams of the people around him, Wu Zhizhong suddenly lost his interest.

Warmth was just a pitiful person controlled by his own ambition and desire!

Beneath her bright and beautiful appearance was filth and filth. This woman, who had once been exiled as the head of a pure and pure Jade Lady in the country, was far from being worthy of her image outside.

Wu Zhizhong shook his head. He suddenly felt that torturing such a person was too boring.

He had no interest whatsoever.

Therefore, he put on the outer coat that he had taken off due to intense exercise and picked up the walking stick that he had thrown away. He took a glance at the warmth that was like a puddle of mud and shook his head before walking out.

”Please. ”Let me go...”

She moaned in pain and warmth, begging for mercy.

Wu Zhiqiang smiled, ”Don't worry, you won't die. There will be people who will take advantage of you.”

Finished speaking, he did not wait for Gentle Snow's reaction, and strode out in large strides.

He was a father, and it was better not to mingle with such people. Even if he stayed a little longer, it would be an insult to his son's clear eyes.

”Bam!”

The moment the bas.e.m.e.nt door was closed, the warmth from being tortured to the point where she almost died, finally, she raised her head slightly. Then, lying on the floor, she suddenly started to cry.

Her warm heart was full of regret, filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.

If she didn't have that kind of ambition, wouldn't the current her have become a big shot in the entertainment circle?

If she viewed life as normal, with her relations.h.i.+p with Ji Xiaoyu, how much better would she be than a fish in water?

When had all this started to change?

… ….

”Young Master.”

Seeing Wu Zhizhong coming up from the bas.e.m.e.nt, Uncle Jin immediately handed him a towel. ”The washroom is over here.”

Wu Zhiyong lowered his head and looked at himself, then asked, ”Is the smell of blood strong?”

Uncle Jin shook his head. ”I'm just a little sweaty.”

”Then we still need to wash up.”

Wu Zhiyong said, ”A child's six senses are quite sensitive. My son probably won't like the smell of sweat on his body.”

Uncle Jin smiled and nodded. After a moment of hesitation, he asked: ”How does she deal with this?”

Wu Zhiyong said, ”Treat her. At least save her life. And then. ”Inform the country that her boyfriend is a little gongzi. I think someone really likes to hear about this news.”

Uncle Jin nodded thoughtfully.

”Alright, let's leave it at this for now. I need to quickly go wash up. I also need to rush back to accompany my son.” Wu Zhiyong smiled.

”... ”Alright.”

Uncle Jin was stunned. This was the first time that he had seen Wu Zhiyong smile so brilliantly.

Half an hour later, Wu Zhiyong returned to his apartment.

”Uncle!”

”I'm back.”