"Wang, please leave Miss Jiang to me." Wu Yu quickly stretched out his hand.
"Go away! My wife can hold her by herself, so you don't need to bother me!" Huangfulian glared at Wu Yu, gritted her teeth, endured the pain in her hands, and hugged Jiang Nanyan tighter.
"But Wang..." Wu Yu looked at Huangfulian's bulging veins and trembling hands, and was really worried that the injury on his hands would be aggravated.
But Wu Yu knew very well how stubborn Huangfulian's character was. Once a decision was made, it would not be changed.
Now, what he has to do is not to argue with Wang about who will hold Miss Jiang, but to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible [
Only in this way can Wang's hand be less damaged.
Wu Yu took a deep breath and stopped worrying about who would hold Jiang Nanyan. He quickly observed the surrounding situation and made a judgment.
"The guards are coming towards the main entrance. Wang, let's go out through the side entrance and meet Mo Yong and the others at the other end." Wu Yu said as he ran in the other direction.
Huangfulian said nothing, silently hugged Jiang Nanyan and followed him.
He had been to the palace several times and knew that the path Wu Yu took was the right one. He could indeed go around to Xia Houfengli's study and meet up with Mo Yong and the others.
The two people left from the side door silently, just like they came in silently, without anyone noticing.