Lu Zhanbei facepalmed himself; his eyes showed a little annoyance. "Where is that troublemaker?"
"Sir, you are planning to help?"
Ignoring Gu Mo's thrilled expression, Lu Zhanbei said three words.
"She cannot die."
Gu Mo understood.
Zhao Lin was by no means a kind soul. Last year, he took a few young models to a party and got so high that he killed one of them on the spot.
If Lin Wanwan landed in his hands, she definitely wouldn't come back whole.
Minutes later, the pair came to the road with phoenix trees at the sides.
It was late at night, no one was in their sight, cars drove past occasionally at a high speed.
"Ah…"
Lu Zhanbei heard a strange voice. As he sought the source, he walked across a garden to the opposite side of the road.
Under the faint moonlight, Lu Zhanbei got a clear view of what was happening.
Two built men were tied up against the trees. Their only clothes left was their undergarments.
