"If you don't care about their lives, just go ahead." Ye Moxuan's voice suddenly rang behind her, making Shen Qi stop in her tracks. When she turned around, she saw Ye Moxuan sitting in his wheelchair not far away.
His gaze fell on her from a distance coldly.
It was ruthless and indifferent.
"Why?" Shen Qi asked while looking into his eyes weakly. "I don't want to stay here anymore. Can't I go out?"
Ye Moxuan's thin lips were pursed tightly, and the indifferent aura on his body almost enveloped the surroundings. Feeling the pressure, Zhu Yun was afraid to look into Ye Moxuan's eyes.