What's going on?
Fang Jianguo and the woman were truly frightened at this moment.
"Who, who are you?"
Fang Jianguo hurriedly pulled the blanket.
"Jianguo, Jianguo."
The woman was already scared to tears, curling up on the bed and clutching her chest.
Ren Feng chuckled, and with his left hand, suddenly drew a gleaming knife, stabbing it directly into the blanket, ripping out the cotton inside.
"Ah!"
The woman screamed in fright, and Fang Jianguo's scalp tingled.
"Friend, between us it's just a conflict of interest. Put down the knife, let's talk this over—I can give you enough benefits."
Ren Feng pulled a chair over and sat down, "Want to talk? Fine, then tell me, what happened three years ago?"
Fang Jianguo had no choice but to tell everything, and after he finished, Ren Feng struck the back of Fang Jianguo's neck, knocking him unconscious.
The woman sat beside, looking at Ren Feng, trembling all over.
"Please don't kill me, don't kill me, I really don't know anything."
