"Mo Lan..." Jian Yufei's eyes slightly reddened as she leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I won't abandon you. I have a gun on me; we'll find a way to kill him."
Mo Lan was a bit surprised, and Jian Yufei added, "The gun is on my thigh, help me take it out later."
"Um..."
"What are you whispering about?!" The bodyguard asked harshly.
Jian Yufei coolly responded, "What's it to you?"
"I advise you not to try anything, or I could just kill you both right now!"
"Then go ahead and kill us, and see how you explain yourself to Qi Ruigang."
"You..." The bodyguard was choked with anger.
Jian Yufei ignored him, she helped Mo Lan to sit comfortably on the sofa, then she tore off a piece of her dress hem to wrap up the severed little finger.
Mo Lan had changed her clothes, now wearing long sleeves and pants.
Jian Yufei put the severed finger in her pocket, making it easier for her to go the hospital at any moment.
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