"Huo Mian, you must come here in three days, or Su Yu will die."
Zhao Qingya's tone was very arrogant.
"I want to speak to Su Yu."
"Why?"
"How do I know you haven't killed him? Anyway, you must let him talk to me each day, or I won't do anything you say."
Huo Mian's mind worked fast and turned the tables immediately.
Remembering Mr. Y's words that his master wanted Huo Mian, Zhao Qingya didn't dare to disagree. She said reluctantly, "Okay. I'll let you talk to him."
One minute later, faint panting sounds reached Huo Mian's ears, making her heart contract.
"Su Yu, are you okay?" she asked anxiously.
"Mian… Please… don't come…" Su Yu sounded weak and listless.
But he was determined.
He was never a coward, but he was afraid Huo Mian would die for him.
He didn't care about his life, but he couldn't let Huo Mian die, not for him.
"Su Yu, don't be afraid. Hang on, I'll get you out."