C332 Heart Attack

"Bastard!"

Just as Qian Wenzi was about to lose all hope, she heard a voice filled with hope.

Hsiao Ruizhe's handsome face was filled with rage as he swung his fist towards the masked man's face.

Looking at Qian Wenzi's sorry figure, his heart clenched in pain.

He had never seen Qian Wenzi in such a sorry state.

He had long, supple, vertical hair