"A hair."

Hair? Jing Jiaren's hands grabbed her hair and tore it messily, "Where is it?"

Her movements were very rough and hurt her scalp.

Ximen Longting held her hand and signaled her not to hurt herself.

Jing's mother lowered her voice and said, "Jiaren, I did this all to help you, but you don't understand me..."

Help her?

Jing Jiaren twitched her lips, her heart hurt so much! How could she believe it after so many calculations?

"I always wanted to minimize the harm, otherwise I wouldn't have respected your wishes that day and would have brought you back a long time ago."

"..."

"I put a listening device on you just to prevent you from trying to escape, disobeying your father, and making him angry."

Jing Jiaren's mind was so confused that she couldn't tell... couldn't tell which of Jing's mother's words was true.

Ximen Longting put his arms around Jing Jiaren and patted her back. He stared at the screen of the video phone gloomily, his handsome face tilted slightly and said nothing.

This is not the right time for him to interrupt.

"Just tell me, what do you want from me?" Jing Jiaren asked after calming down.

Jing's mother didn't answer but asked: "You must be very curious about Yanxuan's situation now, right?"

"..."

"Would you like to see how he is doing now?"

Jing Jiaren's throat was blocked and she grabbed the quilt uncomfortably. At this time, she turned her face to look at Ximen Longting.

"Idiot, just watch if you want to see what I do." Ximen Longting thoughtfully curled his fingers and wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Ximen Longting behaved very steadily today, making her worthy of relying on.

Jing Jiaren nodded seriously: "Yes."

Jing’s mother communicated with the servant in English...

The video phone she used was connected to the home theater, and she could clearly see every detail of Jing Jiaren's place.

The servant brought the remote control and adjusted it, and Jing Jiaren saw the picture fluctuating.

…

The specially made black cage was covered with large and small chains, criss-crossing the cage. The snow-white wolf was sleeping, with his hands, feet, and neck tightly locked by the chains.

On his forehead, a golden goshawk headband spreads its wings, and its fiery red eyes are tightly clasped on its head.

The chain runs from the headband to the neck.

Jing Jiaren's hand couldn't help but touch the screen.

Of course she knew that the eagle's headband was not for decoration, but to control him.

"Leng Aofeng..."

Jing Jiaren froze and kept asking, "What happened to him? What did you do to him?!"

Leng Aofeng, who was sleeping on the ground as if dead, moved slightly when he heard Jing Jiaren's voice.

The pair of confused eyes opened, and there was a coldness of falling snow in the pupils.

"Leng Aofeng, can you hear my voice?"

Leng Aofeng opened his eyes and moved his tail slightly on the ground.

"Leng Aofeng, you recognize my voice...I am Jing Jiaren."

The tail swung more violently, Leng Aofeng tried to stand up, but the chain was not long enough, so he could only stay lying on the ground.

The sound of chains colliding fiercely sounded. Leng Aofeng turned his head and looked around, full of urgency.

"Don't be afraid, don't move..." Jing Jiaren's nose became sore again, "I will come to save you."

We must save him, we cannot leave him alone...
Chapter completed!