Not Fit to run a Gang!
In the dim light of early morning, at 6 o'clock, Zhang Wei found himself barely having slept for two hours. He was exhausted, yet determination burned in his eyes as he prepared to move again.
Gently cradling Lin Ruoxi's unconscious body, he covered her with a warm quilt.
With a purposeful stride, he made his way outside her door.
As he descended the stairs, on his way, he unexpectedly locked eyes with Guo Xiaomei, whose expression shifted from confusion to shock upon seeing Zhang Wei carrying Lin Ruoxi.
"W-Where are you taking the miss? What have you done to her?" Guo Xiaomei's voice trembled with concern and fear.
Zhang Wei's lips curved into a faint smile, exuding an air of mysterious confidence. "I haven't harmed her in any way. She will be returned unharmed in two weeks. But beware, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you'll meet her lifeless body."