However, upon hearing Zhao Jun's concerned words, Xu Xinchen forced herself to look up and smile at him, saying, "I know, I'm fine, don't worry."
Zhao Jun and Xu Xinchen had become somewhat familiar with each other over the past few days, so how could he not see that Xu Xinchen was trying hard to suppress her disappointment? However, he didn't say anything to expose her.
He turned his head and glanced at the empty living room. Without locking the door, he walked directly into the living room and grabbed a handful of things from the coffee table.
He put the items into a white plastic bag and then handed it to Xu Xinchen, saying, "Take this for now."
Xu Xinchen glanced down and saw the bag hanging in Zhao Jun's hand. She took the bag with some confusion, opened it, and found that it was full of food.
For the past few days, Xu Xinchen has been eating exactly as Zhao Jun said: lean meat porridge. Three meals a day of lean meat porridge. Even the most tolerant person would feel nauseous after eating it for several days in a row.
Therefore, Zhao Jun handed a bag of food to Xu Xinchen, who did not refuse and picked up a sealed chicken leg and started eating it.
Seeing Xu Xinchen wolfing down her food, Zhao Jun's eyes secretly revealed a hint of pity, but he quickly concealed this emotion and turned to walk outside.
Zhao Jun had just entered the living room when he saw Sister Hua and Lao San walk in together. Both of them looked extremely unpleasant, with Lao San's expression being particularly frightening.
As the third brother walked into the living room, he cursed angrily, "Damn it, how can this woman be so strange? She doesn't seem like anything special to me, so how could she hook up with such a rich man and make him do so many things for her?"
Sister Hua, walking beside him, also looked quite unpleasant, but upon hearing his words, a hint of annoyance appeared on her face: "If it weren't for something special, we wouldn't have gone to such lengths to kidnap this woman."
The third brother nodded in agreement after hearing what Sister Hua said: "Sister Hua, what you said is true, but this woman is obviously a hot potato right now. What should we do?"
Zhao Jun listened to their conversation but was completely confused. He only knew that it was related to Xu Xinchen, who was locked in the room. He pursed his lips and tentatively asked.
"Sister Hua, Third Brother, what's wrong with you two? Why do you look so angry after just one trip out?"
Hua Jie originally wanted to respond to Zhao Jun's words, but her eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhao Jun's hand and saw the rope he was holding. Her face immediately darkened.
Her face was extremely dark, and her tone was particularly harsh: "Zhao Jun, let's not talk about that for now. Tell me, did you untie the ropes for that woman inside? Were you brainwashed by that woman or what?"
Zhao Jun looked down and saw the rope in his hand. His heart sank. Faced with Sister Hua's aggressive questioning, his heart began to beat faster involuntarily.
Hua Jie's eyes remained fixed on Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun coughed a few times, and a plan suddenly flashed through his mind. He held up the rope in his hand in front of Hua Jie.
"Sister Hua, look at all this bloodstains on the rope." Zhao Qun said, twirling the rope in front of Sister Hua to show her all the bloodstains.
Sister Hua frowned deeply: "So what if there's blood? It's that woman who's bleeding, why are you so concerned?"
Just then, Zhao Jun made a disgusted expression on his face: "Sister Hua, you don't understand what I mean. I'm not concerned about whether that woman bleeds or not. I'm annoyed that she's causing us trouble."
Upon hearing Zhao Jun's explanation, Sister Hua frowned deeply. Seeing the genuine disgust on Zhao Jun's face, her doubts lessened somewhat. She then continued Zhao Jun's words, asking, "So what's wrong with this blood?"
Zhao Jun deliberately made a disgusted expression on his face: "The woman inside has marks on her feet from the rope. I just looked at her wounds, and they look like they're about to get infected."
Sister Hua gave a lukewarm "hmm," signaling Zhao Jun to continue, while staring intently at him to gauge his expression.
Zhao Jun felt uneasy under Hua Jie's gaze, but fortunately, he was also a meticulous person, so he did not reveal his true thoughts on the surface, but acted as if it were really true.
"I was just thinking that if we need to move this woman, it would be too much trouble because she has an injured foot. Sister Hua, think about it, if this woman can walk by herself, it would be much easier for us to drag her along."
“If the wound on this woman’s foot continues to fester until she can’t even walk anymore, then my third brother and I will have to carry her. It’s easy for the two of us to arouse suspicion if we carry such a large object.”
"But if this woman can walk on her own, then it's a different story; we only need one person to support her."
"If we held something in our hands that could threaten her life, making her obediently follow us would be much simpler, wouldn't it?"
When Sister Hua heard this, the wrinkles between her brows finally relaxed a little. She understood Zhao Jun's meaning a little, looking at the genuine expression on Zhao Jun's face.
She carefully considered the pros and cons of the matter, and finally calmly took over the conversation: "Then you go and treat that woman's foot wound. Remember, whatever you do, don't let her cause us any trouble."
Seeing that he had finally gotten away with this, Zhao Jun was very excited, but on the surface he still had to force himself to appear very calm.
"I understand, Sister Hua. I'll go get some medicine for her right away. Don't worry, even if she can't walk, I'll find a way to minimize our visibility and make sure we're not easily exposed to others."
Just then, the third brother, who had been standing by listening to Zhao Jun and Sister Hua's conversation, suddenly spoke up: "Sister Hua, Zhao Jun, I don't think what you're saying is quite right. If we let her go like this, what if she runs away when we're not looking?"
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