"Nan Che deserves to die, but that doesn't mean Rong Boye is innocent."
Chu Xun took off the handcuff key and threw it into the corner of the room in front of Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stared at him with anger in his eyes, "Then why have you endured it for so many years?"
He had countless opportunities to kill Rong Boye.
"Death sometimes does not mean pain. For him, death has been much easier than living for the past twenty years. Of course I cannot let him die."
"What now?"
"Now that he has a daughter and doesn't want to die, I naturally have to change my approach."
He walked up to Song Xiang and raised his hand to touch Song Xiang's hair.
Song Xiang avoided it with a cold face.
The man smiled softly and took back his hand.
"It's too easy to let him die. It's better to let you die and let him taste the pain of losing a loved one again."
Song Xiang's eyes widened and she wanted to go up and hit him, "Dad just wanted to let you go!"
Chu Xun sneered, "Let me go? Ever since he knew that you were my daughter, he began to dismantle my power, investigate my relationship with d.nk, and try to get rid of me silently."
"What a pity. In the past twenty years or so, he has not even cared about life and death. He didn't care about me at all. Naturally, he didn't know how high I had climbed."
Song Xiang tried hard with her wrists, but it was all in vain. She was so angry that she could only stare at Chu Xun.
"Dad trusts you so much that he even lets you be my teacher."
Chu Xun lowered his eyes with an indifferent expression, "There is no trust, maybe there is the influence of hypocrisy. He loves Nan Qing too much, because Nan Qing's last words of 'treat me well' before he died, he really did not want me to die."
Song Xiang was flustered and knew that talking more would be useless.
There were rapid footsteps outside and the sound of things being banged and banged.
After about ten minutes, the sound of the propeller was completely lost.
Song Xiang glanced at the handcuffs and asked, "What do you want to do next?"
"The rest will be left to God. If I don't kill you, it will be a way of repaying my father's kindness in raising you for so many years. Of course, I won't give you a life with my own hands."
Song Xiang swallowed, watched him take two steps back, spread his hands towards her, "I wish you good luck."
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat and she didn't know what to say. The door was closed and the surroundings became quiet.
The windows were closed and the entire space was airtight, which made her panic for no reason.
The noise outside was getting louder and louder, but she didn't know what was happening.
The phone was on the bedside table. She reached out to reach it, but she missed it.
My wrists were so painful from being handcuffed that I could only grit my teeth and endure it, and managed to reach for my phone.
Suddenly, the phone fell beside the bed.
She pounded the bed, feeling annoyed.
The boat rocked for a while, and then it felt like it was tilting.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned over and tried to get the phone again.
The pain on her wrist was severe, but she didn't dare to flinch anymore. She just wanted to get the phone quickly.
After struggling for three or four minutes, I finally got it.
Holding the phone, I turned it on and saw that there was still signal.
She called Yan Han, but she didn't get through.
After thinking for a while, I called Rong Boye.
"dad!"
"Xiangxiang, where are you?"
Song Xiang's eyes were moist and he opened his mouth, "Chu Xun disappeared. I was locked in a room on the ship. He said..."
Halfway through her words, her eyes glanced at something dripping through the crack in the door.
water……
"Xiangxiang?!"
Song Xiang's lips trembled, "Dad, there seems to be something wrong with the ship."
"Do you know the room number?!"
Song Xiang shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know."