Li Yifei smiled, and Song Qingshu braced his body to climb up. Having knelt for too long, he nearly couldn't stand, so he hurriedly called to his stunned companions nearby: "Come help me up, Uncle Li is letting me go, let's hurry up and leave."
"You're leaving, not them," Li Yifei said indifferently.
"What?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded and turned his head to look at those people.
Hua Zixiang and the others were completely dumbfounded by the scene before them. They saw Song Qingshu make a few phone calls and then recognize someone as Uncle Li, who didn't look much older than them. Just who is this Uncle Li? They couldn't hear the voices on the phone, so they were very confused. Seeing the other party let Song Qingshu go, they also breathed a sigh of relief, but now hearing Li Yifei say that only Song Qingshu could leave, they were instantly shocked.
Does this mean... Song Qingshu is okay, but they're doomed?
