Han Jingnian... Those three words made Han Jingnian's back tense up suddenly.
Though it was a different voice, the tone was exactly like hers when she anxiously called for him in the past.
"Han..." Xia Wan'an, who had rushed to Han Jingnian's side, nearly blurted out "Han Jingnian" again but managed to change it in time to "Mr. Han": "Mr. Han... please let her go, she has committed many evils, let the police uphold justice, you don't need to dirty your hands for her!"
Xia Wan'an's words were like a decree, and almost without hesitation, the pressure of Han Jingnian's fingers around Ai Jiang's neck loosened.
