Hong Li stared in stunned disbelief. His younger brother had just been captured and subjected to Zhao Fu's torment, so how had his wife been captured as well? And seeing the flush on her face, along with that even more alluring aura, a bad premonition rose in Hong Li's heart.
"I'm fine. Mei'er, how did you get here? Were you captured by that bastard Apocalypse person too?" Hong Li hurriedly asked.
Thinking of her current status, Hong Mei shook her head in shame. Two trails of tears ran down her cheeks as she said, "Hong Li! No one will hurt you or Hong Dong anymore. Someone will take you somewhere better later. I'll come see you often."
Hong Li's body trembled. Hong Mei had not been captured, and the other Apocalypse people were very polite to her. She did not need to be locked up either. Combined with her flushed face and that alluring temperament...
Thinking of his beloved wife crying out wantonly beneath another man, rage surged into his heart. His eyes nearly split open as he was just about to let out a furious roar.
Hong Mei understood the reason as well. To make Hong Li feel a little better and spare him such pain, she lied, "Hong Li, don't misunderstand! I merely submitted to that Apocalypse person and will have to obey his orders from now on. Nothing happened."
Hearing this, Hong Li's anger immediately subsided. He trusted his wife deeply; if she said nothing had happened, then nothing had happened.
Still, he was dissatisfied that Hong Mei had submitted to an Apocalypse person. But thinking that she had probably done it for their sake, he felt deeply guilty and said, "Mei'er! My good wife, don't worry about us. Find an opportunity to leave as soon as