Chapter 64

After finishing what she had to say, Yu Wanrong went straight to call Jiang Fuping. Pei Zongzhi let out a soft sigh. He lifted his aching arm, his long, reddened finger bones pressing against the elevator button. A closer look would have revealed that something was wrong with his hand; even a simple motion like pressing the button caused a sharp pain that radiated from his knuckles all the way up his arm. His hand trembled slightly before dropping powerlessly to his side. He stepped into the elevator, his tall frame wrapped in a white dress shirt stained with blood. He leaned his back slowly against the elevator wall, letting out a heavy, ragged breath.