Rong Ning clutched his wound as he escaped into the back alley of Qilin Garden, but before he could step in, he was surrounded by a group of men in black.
Inside Qilin Garden, the light in Xiao Yu's study was the only one lit. The doctor residing in his household was bandaging Rong Ning's wound. Rong Ning's internal injuries were severe, and the wound was deep. If not for Xiao Yu's constant attention to his movements and having already arranged for someone to help him, he would have fallen into Chu Heng's hands by now.
"Chu Heng is ruthless. As you have designed, falling into his hands will surely be a dead end." Under the lamp, Xiao Yu gazed at his wounded body and spoke lightly.
At this point, if he didn't know Rong Ning's identity, then he wouldn't be the astute and calculating master of the Xiao family.
Rong Ning's handsome face was pale, yet his expression was calm, "Thank you, Master Xie, for saving my life."
What he wanted Xiao Yu to know, he already knew.
