Slap!
Ji Zhicheng swung a slap with a backhand.
The mistress was knocked sideways onto the ground, covering her face and sobbing.
"You still have the nerve to ask what to do! If it wasn't for you, would we be locked up here now?"
Speaking of which, Ji Zhicheng became furious!
This mistress, truly more of a hindrance than a help, apart from being somewhat skilled in bed, utterly useless!
"How was I supposed to know she would suddenly pass out; this can't just be blamed on me alone..."
"You still dare to talk back?" Ji Zhicheng glared angrily.
The mistress shrank back, curled up into a ball in the corner, and dared not speak again.
At this moment, the heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang Xun, expressionless, appeared in the cramped space, casting a cold glance at Ji Zhicheng and the woman cowering in the corner.
Ji Zhicheng seemed to see hope, smiling as he stepped forward, "Did Jingxi ask you to let us out?"
