If we're going to die, we'll die together

Officer Zhou's face was pale with fear. He quickly tried to calm assistant Qiao down with a trembling voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll video call Mr. President now. Don't be agitated, and don't hurt miss LAN anymore, Yingluo."

Housekeeper Zhou's hands trembled as he took out his phone from his pocket.

He was a little helpless. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed his saliva, and patted Lan Xiao's bleeding wound.

After the video was recorded, he sent it to Wen Muchu without any hesitation.

Wen Muchu received the video and when he saw Lan Xiao's bleeding arm, his face darkened.

His entire body was exuding a cold murderous aura.

Brother Jiang took a closer look, and a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes.

Lan Xiao must be in pain after bleeding so much.

He slowly clenched his fists and muttered the name 'Qiao Yu' in his heart.

Wen Muchu's eyes turned red uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and called officer Zhou again.