It was 11 o'clock at night. The moon was shining bright and clear, and the light from the lamp posts along the harbor shone almost as brightly.
Wen Chenghao boarded the ship with his men, gently pushing along a wheelchair onboard.
In the wheelchair was a scrawny woman who was as thin as a rake. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, and she almost looked like a corpse.
The interior of the cruise ship was extravagantly decorated. Wen Chenghao locked the wheelchair, looked at the woman in it, and said tenderly, "Lanlan, Dad will take you away from here immediately."
The woman's hand moved ever so slightly.
"After we leave, I will order the murder of Nalan Chunbo and Ye Yuwei," Wen Chenghao growled furiously. "We could've lived a peaceful life together, why did they come and stir up ancient history? No matter what, I promise you'll live well."
