After seeing Jiang Nanyan holding a knife to his neck, the corners of Xia Houfengli's eyes twitched hard twice, and the calmness on his face suddenly showed signs of cracks.
He squeezed the knife in his hand tightly, looked at Jiang Nanyan with squinted eyes, moved his tight thin lips, and finally said, "Tell me again the conditions you just said."
"Let Mo Yong go, let go Huangfulian and the others, and I will go back with you." The moment Xia Houfengli spoke, Jiang Nanyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.[
However, the next second, she reminded herself not to relax.
Because Xia Houfengli was only willing to speak, but did not agree to his request, let alone let Mo Yong go.
"Let them go?" Xia Houfeng lowered his eyes and glanced at Mo Yong in his hand. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Nanyan and Huangfulian beside her. His expression became more serious every inch, "Jiang Nanyan, what did you say?"
This deal is not a good deal for this prince."
Xia Houfengli's words made Jiang Nanyan's heart suddenly lift again.
"You don't agree?" Jiang Nanyan swallowed her saliva and asked in a high voice. The knife on her neck pressed even harder on her neck.
Following her movement, a faint trace of blood immediately appeared, causing the expressions of the two men present to change at the same time.