Looking at Lan Rui, Zhan Chengfeng imperceptibly furrowed his brow. He was a weapon he had crafted with his own hands; how could he allow him to be broken without his permission?
He was very disappointed in Lan Rui.
He always believed that Lan Rui was his most unbreakable left and right arm, but he had lost his former fierce demeanor so easily because of a woman.
What he wanted was a Dead Soldier, not a subordinate trapped by emotions.
At this moment, he thought of gradually giving up Lan Rui, but as someone who was very shrewd, he wouldn't show it. He was a master at the art of employing people.
Facing Lan Rui, he still smiled slightly, "Lan Rui, I heard you were injured. Why don't you rest well and come running here?"
When Lan Rui woke up, he was on a drip, and upon hearing that Ou Lan was taken away by BOSS's people, he disregarded his subordinates' obstruction, resolutely pulled out the IV, and came here.
